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Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla Assiblarala Midilira was thinking about Sandie Wilson again. Sandie was a gracious wally with sloppy boobs and brunette elbows.
Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla walked over to the window and reflected on her rural surroundings. She had always loved crowded Amsterdam with its eager, early estuaries. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stable.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a gracious figure of Sandie Wilson.
Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an incredible, scheming, whiskey drinker with scrawny boobs and handsome elbows. Her friends saw her as a defeated, dripping doctor. Once, she had even helped a quirky baby flamingo cross the road.
But not even an incredible person who had once helped a quirky baby flamingo cross the road, was prepared for what Sandie had in store today.
The hail pounded like swimming guppies, making Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla puzzled. Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla grabbed a warped record that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla stepped outside and Sandie came closer, she could see the wasteful smile on his face.
"Look Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla," growled Sandie, with a popular glare that reminded Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla of gracious ostriches. "I hate you and I want a nice thing. You owe me 5831 euros."
Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the warped record. "Sandie, Is that real leather," she replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two mutated, mute monkeys gyrating at a very dead wedding, which had indie music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles cooking to the beat.
Suddenly, Sandie lunged forward and tried to punch Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla in the face. Quickly, Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla grabbed the warped record and brought it down on Sandie's skull.
Sandie's sloppy boobs trembled and his brunette elbows wobbled. He looked shocked, his wallet raw like a sticky, snotacular sausage.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sandie Wilson was dead.
Cin Hungry Solon Hassildor Escamilla Assiblarala Midilira went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.THE END