It was the winter of 1966, in Horsham; London, and Jonathon Langue boarded the freight train with his girlfriend Jenny going north to Oxford. The train was unsettle yet easy on the tracks like the moonlight in the sky on a Paris evening under the eiffel tower. The rows were jam packed with heads of unfamiliar faces possibly because it was the last 8:00 a.m. train to Oxford, Jonathon thought. Jonathan loved to read the weekly comics in the newspaper and he usually made fun of the array of manipulated faces with his girlfriend Jenny. Jenny would always advise him to stop (elaborate). Jenny was twenty-one years old, two years younger than Jonathon and she had a passion for arguing over the most absurd topics. This may explain her desire to become a lawyer and earn her braggart rights after completing her last year at Oxford University. “I want to attend law school at Harvard University,” Jenny said with a tone of determination. “Oh, stick a sock in it Jenny,” Jonathan exclaimed. “You are such an over achiever,” he stated. “And you are wonderfully obtuse Jonathan,” Jenny stated. “That is why I love you,” she added.
“What the hell is the meaning of obtuse?” Jonathan replied. Jenny giggled at John’s ignorance with a sly grin. “Oh someone has been paying attention in English seminar,” Jenny stated with a thick British accent and slight dash of sarcasm.” “Whatever, our fat fuck professor is from India.” “What the hell does Professor Patel know about English?” Jonathan replied. “You are such a narrow minded imbecile,” Jenny responded. “All you carry around is that foolish mirror, and you’re always looking at your reflection like you’re some sort of god,” Jenny said. “Maybe I am, John stated egotistically. “That is how I got you is it not, my love?” John stated with narcissism, while looking at his dingy mirror. “Ugh, Jenny said in disgust.” “If you were not a handsome lad, I do not think I would be in this relationship, she stated.” “Really,” John asked with a concerned tone. “Really,” Jenny reiterated. Jonathon and Jenny were dating for three years now, and Jenny was beginning to think deeply about their relationship. Jonathan had a tendency to tease and belittle people who he considered to be ugly. Jenny was tired of John’s constant teasing and harassment towards others.
“What the hell is the meaning of obtuse?” Jonathan replied. Jenny giggled at John’s ignorance with a sly grin. “Oh someone has been paying attention in English seminar,” Jenny stated with a thick British accent and slight dash of sarcasm.” “Whatever, our fat fuck professor is from India.” “What the hell does Professor Patel know about English?” Jonathan replied. “You are such a narrow minded imbecile,” Jenny responded. “All you carry around is that foolish mirror, and you’re always looking at your reflection like you’re some sort of god,” Jenny said. “Maybe I am, John stated egotistically. “That is how I got you is it not, my love?” John stated with narcissism, while looking at his dingy mirror. “Ugh, Jenny said in disgust.” “If you were not a handsome lad, I do not think I would be in this relationship, she stated.” “Really,” John asked with a concerned tone. “Really,” Jenny reiterated. Jonathon and Jenny were dating for three years now, and Jenny was beginning to think deeply about their relationship. Jonathan had a tendency to tease and belittle people who he considered to be ugly. Jenny was tired of John’s constant teasing and harassment towards others.
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