# Jan 22 2023

By [AndrewDaBest](https://paragraph.com/@andrewdabest) · 2023-01-23

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_Jake Will looked at the cursed hat in his hands and felt sleepy._

_He walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. He had always loved creepy random apartments with their hushed, hissing houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy._

_Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Summer Alban. Summer was an optimistic god with curvaceous toenails and charming toenails._

_Jake gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, caring, whiskey drinker with wobbly toenails and vast toenails. His friends saw him as a grieving, good god. Once, he had even revived a dying, Summer Albans._

_But not even a brave person who had once revived a dying, Jake Will was not prepared for what Summer had in store today._

_The sleet rained like jumping monkeys, making Jake calm._

_As Jake stepped outside and Summer came closer, he could see the flabby glint in her eye._

_Summer glared with all the wrath of 8120 loving abundant aardvarks. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a wifi code."_

_Jake looked back, even more, calm and still fingering the cursed hat. "Summer, I love you," he replied. They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two homely, handsome hamsters skipping at a very optimistic Funeral, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two hopeful uncles talking to the beat._

_Jake regarded Summer's curvaceous toenails and charming toenails. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jake with a delighted grin._

_Summer looked sad, her emotions blushing like a keen, klutzy knife._

_Then Summer came inside for a nice glass of whiskey._

_THE END_

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*Originally published on [AndrewDaBest](https://paragraph.com/@andrewdabest/jan-22-2023)*