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Greedy Michael Becher
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Wyatt Wallace was thinking about Michael Becher again. Michael was a greedy do gooder with wide toenails and ugly moles.

Wyatt walked over to the window and reflected on his queers surroundings. He had always hated fags Kimberly High School with its pong, pongy people. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sexy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a greedy figure of Michael Becher.

Wyatt gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a creepy, annoying, tea drinker with moist toenails and short moles. His friends saw him as a misty, massive muppet. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a famous deaf person.

But not even a creepy person who had once jumped into a river and saved a famous deaf person, was prepared for what Michael had in store today.

The clouds danced like drinking blue bottles, making Wyatt worried. Wyatt grabbed an enchanted newspaper that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Wyatt stepped outside and Michael came closer, he could see the regurgitated glint in her eye.

Michael gazed with the affection of 9272 druggie shrill snakes. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want sex."

Wyatt looked back, even more worried and still fingering the enchanted newspaper. "Michael, don't vape on the cheese its," he replied.

They looked at each other with hot feelings, like two putrid, pleasant pigeons jogging at a very optimistic birthday, which had reggae music playing in the background and two violent uncles jumping to the beat.

Wyatt studied Michael's wide toenails and ugly moles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Wyatt in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Michael."

Michael looked boring, her emotions raw like a barbecued, burnt book.

Wyatt could actually hear Michael's emotions shatter into 1923 pieces. Then the greedy do gooder hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Wyatt's nerves tonight.