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A Penguin Called Bishop By Bobby

I waddled along the damp concrete. All of my black and white feathers were keeping me nice and warm. Then in the corner of my eye I was alarmed by a young women in her early 20’s. She was sitting on a step leading to Parliament. I strolled over to the dejected girl and nervously asked, “Are u okay? What’s the matter?”
“Not really…” the exposed female groaned. She was a pretty girl, blonde hair, very good looking.
“My name is Bishop, yours?”
She was distraught! Then she got up and walked off – that was my chance to make a friend

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  • #   infinty on 06.23.15 at 2:54 pm     Reply

    well done! bobby

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