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mine doesn't make much sense in parts, bit this AI generated story lark is a good bit of fun
Priti Patel was thinking about David Davis again. David was an energetic serial resigner with charming fingers and tall eyes.
Priti walked over to the window and reflected on her historic surroundings. She had always loved grand House of Commons with its gentle, grotesque green seats. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel hot and bothered.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an energetic figure of David Davis.
Priti gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a bullying, greedy, male tears drinker with solid fingers and chubby eyes. Her friends saw her as a dizzy, dark dominatrix. Once, she had even revived a dying, Jeremy Corbyn.
But not even a bullying person who had once revived a dying, Jeremy Corbyn, was prepared for what David had in store today.
The rain hammered like drinking tortoises, making Priti happy. Priti grabbed a peculiar book that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Priti stepped outside and David came closer, she could see the colorful smile on his face.
David gazed with the affection of 7460 strong and stable heavy horses. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want boobies."
Priti looked back, even more happy and still fingering the peculiar book. "David, you need to resign," she replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two raspy, red rats eating at a very admirable Boris' birthday party, which had classical music playing in the background and two splendid uncles flipping to the beat.
Priti regarded David's charming fingers and tall eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Priti with a delighted grin.
David looked ambivalent, his emotions blushing like a skinny, shivering sausage.
Then David came inside for a nice drink of male tears.
THE END