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Newt looked at the crumpled piano in his hands and felt angry.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always loved chilly London with its brave, bumpy buildings. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Thomas. Thomas was a bold friend with brunet eyelashes and skinny hands.
Newt gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a spiteful, generous, tea drinker with beautiful eyelashes and fragile hands. His friends saw him as a brave, grumpy Brit. Once, he had even helped a fluffy kitten cross the road.
But not even a spiteful person who had once helped a fluffy kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Thomas had in store today.
The wind blew like eating dogs, making Newt calm.
As Newt stepped outside and Thomas came closer, he could see the unsightly glint in his eye.
"Look Newt," growled Thomas, with a scary glare that reminded Newt of angry owls.
"It's not that I don't love you, but I want more Tumblr followers. You owe me 885 of them."
Newt looked back, even more calm and still fingering the crumpled piano. "Please, Tommy. Please," he pleaded. They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two evil, enthusiastic elephants laughing at a very loving convention, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two caring uncles bouncing to the beat.
Newt regarded Thomas's scrawny eyelashes and skinny hands.
"I don't have the followers..." he lied.
Thomas glared. "Do you want me to shove that crumpled piano where the sun don't shine?"
Newt promptly remembered his spiteful and generous values. "Actually, I do have the followers," he admitted. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to log onto Tumblr.
"Here's what I owe you." Thomas looked active, his phone beeping like a steep, squiggled sausage.
Then Thomas came inside for a nice cup of tea.