Sarah Parker looked at the ripped kettle in her hands and felt lonely.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy surroundings. She had always hated damp Skegness with its determined, damaged ditches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Daniel Walker. Daniel was a greedy painter with charming elbows and solid eyes.

Sarah gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a clever, cowardly, cocoa drinker with brunette elbows and short eyes. Her friends saw her as an embarrassed, envious elephant. Once, she had even helped a glorious baby bird cross the road.

But not even a clever person who had once helped a glorious baby bird cross the road, was prepared for what Daniel had in store today.

The snow flurried like chatting bears, making Sarah afraid.

As Sarah stepped outside and Daniel came closer, she could see the angry glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a resolution," Daniel bellowed, in a hilarious tone. He slammed his fist against Sarah's chest, with the force of 421 ostriches. "I frigging hate you, Sarah Parker."

Sarah looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the ripped kettle. "Daniel, I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two hard, harsh humming birds talking at a very remarkable holiday, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles partying to the beat.

Sarah regarded Daniel's charming elbows and solid eyes. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Daniel.

"Please?" begged Sarah with puppy dog eyes.

Daniel looked stable, his body blushing like a rainy, rapid rock.

Then Daniel came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

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