Down to earth Georgina MacDonald

Georgina MacDonald was thinking about Harold Torrance again. Harold was a smelly angel with solid toes and pretty eyebrows.

Georgina walked over to the window and reflected on her idyllic surroundings. She had always loved grand Moscow with its regurgitated, ratty rivers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sparkly.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a smelly figure of Harold Torrance.

Georgina gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a down to earth, hilarious, wine drinker with sloppy toes and vast eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a poor, pleasant patient. Once, she had even revived a dying, disabled person.

But not even a down to earth person who had once revived a dying, disabled person, was prepared for what Harold had in store today.

The rain hammered like swimming snakes, making Georgina puzzled. Georgina grabbed a warped sandwich that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Georgina stepped outside and Harold came closer, she could see the small smile on his face.

"Look Georgina," growled Harold, with a cold-blooded glare that reminded Georgina of smelly rats. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want affection. You owe me 1463 dollars."

Georgina looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the warped sandwich. "Harold, I don't have the money," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two putrid, pickled puppies sleeping at a very brutal disco, which had classical music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles bouncing to the beat.

Georgina regarded Harold's solid toes and pretty eyebrows. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.

Harold glared. "Do you want me to shove that warped sandwich where the sun don't shine?"

Georgina promptly remembered her down to earth and hilarious values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Harold looked angry, his wallet blushing like a troubled, talented teapot.

Then Harold came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END

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So... What do you think? I really loved this one. I think it came out rquite funny and interesting. It's amazing how machines can generate stuff these days.