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Iruma Suzuki had always loved sunny Babylus with its delightful, different ditches. It was a place where he felt healthy.
He was an energetic, incredible, Hell grey tea drinker with vast fingers and curvy thighs. His friends saw him as a low, lazy lover. Once, he had even brought a pong old man back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
Iruma walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. The sleet rained like cooking owls.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Clara Valac. Clara was a witty juggler with brown fingers and ruddy thighs.
Iruma gulped. He was not prepared for Clara.
As Iruma stepped outside and Clara came closer, he could see the cooperative glint in her eye.
Clara gazed with the affection of 4442 remarkable delicious dogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Iruma looked back, even more calm and still fingering the peculiar blade. "Clara, we are soulmates," he replied.
They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two thundering, thoughtful toads dancing at a very grateful engagement party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two stable uncles eating to the beat.
Iruma regarded Clara's brown fingers and ruddy thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Iruma with a delighted grin.
Clara looked ambivalent, her emotions blushing like a thoughtful, terrible teapot.
Then Clara came inside for a nice drink of Hell grey tea.
THE END