You hopped out of bed one early afternoon and hurried to get freshened up. You were supposed to meet up with your best friend Peter Tork, just to hang out. Finally, you were ready to leave.

You rushed to the park on your bicycle, hoping Peter wasn't there yet to avoid keeping him waiting. When you got there, you parked your bicycle and hung your helment over the handle, and walked to the tree where you two usually met.

You stood there and waited for what seemed like five minutes, then you felt pressure come on behind you and you fell to the ground with a thud. You quickly turned around to try and punch the person who knocked you down, but then you recognized the smell of Peter's (insert  favorite unique scent here)-smelling scent and instead of knocking out his teeth by accident, you hugged him.
To avoid people staring and pointing at you both, Peter got off of you, and helped you up, then greeted you. After a small conversation, you jumped on Peter's back, and he started galloping around, pretending to be a horse and laughing along with you.
This is why you loved Peter. He was such a nice and fun guy, and he'd always keep you laughing-

*boom*

*boom*

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