Kate Harwood was thinking about Dylan Blake again. Dylan was a bold dolphin with beautiful eyes and fragile souls.
Kate walked over to the window and reflected on her urban surroundings. She had always loved beautiful Dallas with its helpful, heavy houses. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel confident.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a bold figure of Dylan Blake.
Kate gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a helpful, brave, tea drinker with pretty eyes and a charming soul. Her friends saw her as a screeching, silky saint. Once, she had even revived a dying, disabled person.
But not even a helpful person who had once revived a dying, disabled person, was prepared for what Dylan had in store today.
The clouds danced like jumping puppies, making Kate healthy. Kate grabbed her magic tea cup that had been strewn nearby; she held it with all her might.
As Kate stepped outside and Dylan came closer, she could see the breezy glint in his eye.
"Look Kate," growled Dylan, with a courageous glare that reminded Kate of bold horses. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a puppy. You owe me 3307 pounds."
Kate looked back, even more healthy and still holding the tea cup. "Dylan, we can share the puppy," she replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two knobbly, knowing kittens running at a very brave birthday party, which had pop music playing in the background.
Suddenly, Dylan lunged forward and tried to punch Kate in the face. Quickly, Kate grabbed the tea cup and brought it down on Dylan's skull.
Dylan's beautiful eyes trembled and his fragile soul wobbled. He screamed in pain.
Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dylan Blake was dead.
Kate Harwood went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.
THE END
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