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Sam Choi was thinking about Dickless Tang again. Dickless was a ruthless coward with good looking thighs and big brain abs.

Sam walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always loved crowded Yuen Long with its bad, blue-eyed big road. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel worried.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a ruthless figure of Dickless Tang.

Sam gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a tight-fisted, funny, milk tea drinker with muscular thighs and fast abs. His friends saw him as a sad, stingy saint. Once, he had even helped a splendid junior student cross the road.

But not even a tight-fisted person who had once helped a splendid junior student cross the road, was prepared for what Dickless had in store today.

The cloudy teased like rampaging cockroach, making Sam sparkly. Sam grabbed a haunted movie tickets that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Sam stepped outside and Dickless came closer, he could see the light glint in his eye.

Dickless glared with all the wrath of 2448 proud bumpy bird. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a wifi code."

Sam looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the haunted movie tickets. "Dickless, I am good," he replied.

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two shaky, straight squirrel chaos at a very creepy protest, which had piano music playing in the background and two intuitive uncles gun firing to the beat.

Sam studied Dickless's good looking thighs and big brain abs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Sam in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Dickless."

Dickless looked lonely, his emotions raw like a black, breezy black t-shirt.

Sam could actually hear Dickless's emotions shatter into 6301 pieces. Then the ruthless coward hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of milk tea would calm Sam's nerves tonight.

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THE END