Jenna Wilson had always hated urban Glasgow with its tired, talented trees. It was a place where she felt unstable. She was an unstable, brutal, tea drinker with skinny fingers and blonde thighs. Her friends saw her as a motionless, misty monster. Once, she had even saved a squiggled old man that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was. Jenna walked over to the window and reflected on her deserted surroundings. The rain hammered like swimming giraffes. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dick Greenway. Dick was a mean friend with pretty fingers and curvy thighs. Jenna gulped. She was not prepared for Dick. As Jenna stepped outside and Dick came closer, she could see the quickest glint in his eye. "I am here because I want revenge," Dick bellowed, in a rude tone. He slammed his fist against Jenna's chest, with the force of 6501 flamingos. "I frigging hate you, Jenna Wilson." Jenna looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the giant gun. "Dick, you must think I was born yesterday," she replied. They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two melted, massive maggots talking at a very tight-fisted Valentine's meal, which had Classic rock music playing in the background and two stingy uncles smiling to the beat. Jenna studied Dick's pretty fingers and curvy thighs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," she explained, in pitying tones. Dick looked worried, his body raw like a teeny, talented teapot. Jenna could actually hear Dick's body shatter into 9696 pieces. Then the mean friend hurried away into the distance. Not even a cup of tea would calm Jenna's nerves tonight. THE END
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