I was walking down the road, feeling blue because I longed for Jenny, who was now my ex-girlfriend. It hurt to lose her, because she wasn’t just a bedmate: she was my best friend. So I was very sad and lonesome, streetwalking on the rebound. Whenever I blinked, tears would spill from the sides of my eyes.
But then I happened to walk by a house whose garage was open and had flashy disco lights hanging within it. There were cars parked all over both sides of the street. Many people were standing on the front lawn, drinking from plastic cups; and all the females had nice hair with feathered bangs.
“This must be a party,” I remarked to myself; “and that means there must be a beer keg.”
So I approached the house and vaguely greeted the folks who were standing there. They didn’t seem to mind my presence, so I wandered further into the garage and found a table on which some plastic cups were stacked. I took one and headed over to the girl who was at the keg. She smiled and said “Fill ’er up?” “Yes, please,” I smiled back. Then, as I took a few gulps, the girl said: “Don’t I know you? I think we’ve met — my name is Becky.” It turned out that she was one of Jenny’s old friends.
We shook hands and talked for a while. I explained to her how Jenny and I had recently broken off our relationship. “Thanks for cheering me up,” I said; “it’s nice to laugh again.” Then Becky asked me if I’d like to go on a date with her sometime.
So, after the party, we went to an amusement park and had a fun time. I was quickly falling in love. Finally, at sundown, as we were climbing out of the ride called The Evil Octopus, Becky happened to bump against a blade, which sliced her arm open — however, instead of blood, there was metal under her skin.
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