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Henry Jones was relived that nobody knew what had happened to him. He looked at the ripped book in his hands and felt puzzled.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved hilly Berlin with its curried, cheerful cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tommy Johnson. Tommy was a lovable gamer with beautiful ankles and tall hands.
Henry gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a daring, delightful, beer drinker with wobbly ankles and fat hands. His friends saw him as an adventurous, alive animal. Once, he had even helped an adventurous old man recover from a flying accident.
But not even a daring person who had once helped an adventurous old man recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Tommy had in store today.
The drizzle rained like hopping flamingos, making Henry irritable.
As Henry stepped outside and Tommy came closer, he could see the quiet smile on his face.
Tommy glared with all the wrath of 4125 sinister rabblesnatching rats. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want justice."
Henry looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the ripped book. "Tommy, get out of my house," he replied.
They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two tricky, testy tortoises partying at a very brave disco, which had flute music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles jogging to the beat.
Henry regarded Tommy's beautiful ankles and tall hands. "I feel the same way!" revealed Henry with a delighted grin.
Tommy looked worried, his emotions blushing like a teeny, thundering teapot.
Then Tommy came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END
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