So... all I'm going to say is that this came from the recommendations that Google gives you while you're typing. One of those was fanfiction generator... so I clicked it and used one of the sites that came with it... I couldn't not share this fun story.

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Mildred Jones had always hated urban Glasgow with its odd, oily oceans. It was a place where she felt angry.

She was an optimistic, rude, tea drinker with greasy toenails and tall fingers. Her friends saw her as a depressed, determined dolphin. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a zesty chicken. That's the sort of woman he was.

Mildred walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. The moon shone like shouting badgers.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mo MacDonald. Mo was an energetic animal with charming toenails and hairy fingers.

Mildred gulped. She was not prepared for Mo.

As Mildred stepped outside and Mo came closer, she could see the lonely glint in his eye.

Mo gazed with the affection of 8206 loving grim giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Mildred looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the silver book. "Mo, I've got a new job," she replied.

They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two klutzy, knobbly koalas boating at a very greedy dinner party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two grateful uncles jogging to the beat.

Mildred studied Mo's charming toenails and hairy fingers. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Mildred in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Mo."

Mo looked afraid, his emotions raw like a kaleidoscopic, kindly kettle.

Mildred could actually hear Mo's emotions shatter into 6735 pieces. Then the energetic animal hurried away into the distance.

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

THE END