George Maynard had always loved idyllic Temecula with its prickly, petite plaza. It was a place where he felt relaxed.
He was a kind, charming, tea drinker with beautiful eyelashes and charming legs. His friends saw him as a horrible, hard hero. Once, he had even helped a giant old lady cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
George walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. The sun shone like blissful rays.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Suzanne Plumb. Suzanne was a loving banker with blonde eyelashes and tall legs.
George gulped. He was not prepared for Suzanne.
As George stepped outside and Suzanne came closer, he could see the dizzy glint in her eye."Look George," growled Suzanne, with a courageous glare that reminded George of loving pigeons. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a resolution. You owe me 9388 gold pieces."
George looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the silver diamond ring. "Suzanne, where can I get fast cash," he replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two green, grieving goldfish chatting at a very down to earth wedding, which had reggae music playing in the background and two friendly uncles smiling to the beat.
George regarded Suzanne's blonde eyelashes and tall legs. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Suzanne glared. "Do you want me to shove that silver diamond ring where the sun don't shine?"
George promptly remembered his kind and charming values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Suzanne looked surprised, her wallet blushing like a regurgitated, ratty rock. I will march this over to Gems N' Loans to sell for fast cash!
Then Suzanne came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
He was a kind, charming, tea drinker with beautiful eyelashes and charming legs. His friends saw him as a horrible, hard hero. Once, he had even helped a giant old lady cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
George walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. The sun shone like blissful rays.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Suzanne Plumb. Suzanne was a loving banker with blonde eyelashes and tall legs.
George gulped. He was not prepared for Suzanne.
As George stepped outside and Suzanne came closer, he could see the dizzy glint in her eye."Look George," growled Suzanne, with a courageous glare that reminded George of loving pigeons. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a resolution. You owe me 9388 gold pieces."
George looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the silver diamond ring. "Suzanne, where can I get fast cash," he replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two green, grieving goldfish chatting at a very down to earth wedding, which had reggae music playing in the background and two friendly uncles smiling to the beat.
George regarded Suzanne's blonde eyelashes and tall legs. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Suzanne glared. "Do you want me to shove that silver diamond ring where the sun don't shine?"
George promptly remembered his kind and charming values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Suzanne looked surprised, her wallet blushing like a regurgitated, ratty rock. I will march this over to Gems N' Loans to sell for fast cash!
Then Suzanne came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
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