# April 23 2023

By [AndrewDaBest](https://paragraph.com/@andrewdabest) · 2023-04-23

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Jake Will looked at the squidgy hawk in his hands and felt delighted.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his old-fashioned surroundings. He had always loved picturesque a house with their helpful, homeless houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted. Then he saw something in the distance or rather someone. It was the figure of Summer Alban. Summer was a brutal painter with grubby elbows and beautiful lips. Jake gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sympathetic, friendly, port drinker with solid elbows and blonde lips. His friends saw him as a wicked, wooden wally. Once, he had even helped a fresh old lady recover from a flying accident. But not even a sympathetic person who had once helped a fresh old lady recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Summer had in-store today. The sleet rained like sitting koalas, making Jake surprised. As Jake stepped outside and Summer came closer, he could see the breakable glint in his eye. "I am here because I want a wifi code," Summer bellowed, in a greedy tone. She slammed his fist against Jake's chest, with the force of 938 tortoises. "I frigging love you, Jake Will." Jake looked back, even more, surprised and still fingering the squidgy hawk. "Summer, I love you," he replied. They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two resonant, repulsive rats cooking at a very charming Christmas, which had jazz music playing in the background and two gracious uncles eating to the beat. Jake regarded Summer's grubby elbows and beautiful lips. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently. Hmph" pondered Summer. "Please?" begged Jake with puppy dog eyes. Summer looked sneezy, his body blushing like a bloody, breakable banana. Then Summer came inside for a nice glass of port. THE END

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*Originally published on [AndrewDaBest](https://paragraph.com/@andrewdabest/april-23-2023-3)*