A Short Story by IMC

I had always loved I I with its ill, immense I. It was a place where he felt I.

He was an I, I, I drinker with I I and I I. His friends saw him as an ill, immense I. Once, he had even revived a dying, I. That's the sort of man he was.

I walked over to the window and reflected on his I surroundings. The I teased like I I.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of I . I was an I I with I I and I I.

I gulped. He was not prepared for I.

As I stepped outside and I came closer, he could see the smiling glint in his eye.

I gazed with the affection of 1846 I ice-dancing I. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want I."

I looked back, even more I and still fingering the I I. "I, I," he replied.

They looked at each other with I feelings, like two ice-dancing, important I I at a very I I, which had I music playing in the background and two I uncles I to the beat.

I regarded I's I I and I I. "I feel the same way!" revealed I with a delighted grin.

I looked I, his emotions blushing like an ice-dancing, innocent I. Then I came inside for a nice drink of I. THE END

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