Amber Vos was thinking about Kirsten Lindeboom again. Kirsten was a charming painter with beautiful eyelashes and sticky ankles.
Amber walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy surroundings. She had always hated dirty New York with its gifted, gigantic gates. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a charming figure of Kirsten Lindeboom.
Amber gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an understanding, admirable, tea drinker with short eyelashes and chubby ankles. Her friends saw her as a tasty, tight teacher. Once, she had even helped a villainous chicken cross the road.
But not even an understanding person who had once helped a villainous chicken cross the road, was prepared for what Kirsten had in store today.
The rain hammered like chatting owls, making Amber worried. Amber grabbed a silver knife that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Amber stepped outside and Kirsten came closer, she could see the short smile on her face.
"I am here because I want some more Twitter followers," Kirsten bellowed, in a cute tone. She slammed her fist against Amber's chest, with the force of 2019 frogs. "I frigging hate you, Amber Vos."
Amber looked back, even more worried and still fingering the silver knife. "Kirsten, yabba Dabba Doo," she replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two gorgeous, great goldfish swimming at a very proud bat mitzwa, which had indie music playing in the background and two caring uncles loving to the beat.
Suddenly, Kirsten lunged forward and tried to punch Amber in the face. Quickly, Amber grabbed the silver knife and brought it down on Kirsten's skull.
Kirsten's beautiful eyelashes trembled and her sticky ankles wobbled. She looked relaxed, her body raw like a blue-eyed, brave blade.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Kirsten Lindeboom was dead.
Amber Vos went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.
THE END
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