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Corny Awhashy
A Short Story
by mh566
Awhashy had always hated rural vestibule with its gentle, glorious gates. It was a place where she felt corny.
She was a corny, peculiar, whiskey drinker with depiction spots and slimy eyelashes. Her friends saw her as a cuddly, clear corny. Once, she had even helped a crooked old lady cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.
Awhashy walked over to the window and reflected on her old-fashioned surroundings. The snow flurried like walking frogs.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Maud Superhalk. Maud was a rude gamer with vast spots and chubby eyelashes.
Awhashy gulped. She was not prepared for Maud.
As Awhashy stepped outside and Maud came closer, she could see the uneven smile on her face.
Maud glared with all the wrath of 3349 incredible helpless hamsters. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want to avenge my spaghet."
Awhashy looked back, even more angry and still fingering the dialougue. "Maud, beam me up Scotty," she replied.
They looked at each other with farfetched feelings, like two massive, mighty maggots bouncing at a very loving snow storm, which had jazz music playing in the background and two friendly uncles thinking to the beat.
Awhashy regarded Maud's vast spots and chubby eyelashes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Awhashy with a delighted grin.
Maud looked sleepy, her emotions blushing like a squashed, slow spaghetii.
Then Maud came inside for a nice glass of adult juice.
THE END
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