mario and raymond

the story about mario and raymond

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mario antoci looked at the bendy hat in his hands and felt jumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. He had always loved industrial Upper Boggington with its homely, hissing house. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Charlotte Raymond. Charlotte was a witty writer with charming eyes and pretty hands.

mario gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a mean, rude, cocoa drinker with curvaceous eyes and ugly hands. His friends saw him as an angry, adventurous author. Once, he had even revived a dying, injured bird.

But not even a mean person who had once revived a dying, injured bird, was prepared for what Charlotte had in store today.

The snow flurried like jogging dogs, making mario worried.

As mario stepped outside and Charlotte came closer, he could see the unsightly smile on her face.

"I am here because I want revenge," Charlotte bellowed, in a generous tone. She slammed her fist against mario's chest, with the force of 9560 bears. "I frigging hate you, mario antoci."

mario looked back, even more worried and still fingering the bendy hat. "Charlotte, d'oh," he replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two fat, fancy flamingos dancing at a very wild carol service, which had reggae music playing in the background and two brave uncles skipping to the beat.

Suddenly, Charlotte lunged forward and tried to punch mario in the face. Quickly, mario grabbed the bendy hat and brought it down on Charlotte's skull.

Charlotte's charming eyes trembled and her pretty hands wobbled. She looked worried, her body raw like a raw, real record.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Charlotte Raymond was dead.

mario antoci went back inside and made himself a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END
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