Sophia Gobble was thinking about Virginia Vader again.

Virginia was a scheming

juggler with grubby moles and beautiful eyes.

Sophia walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. She had
always loved old-fashioned Paris with its bitter, burnt beaches. It was a place
that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a scheming
figure of Virginia Vader.

Sophia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a caring, scheming, wine
drinker with hairy moles and red eyes. Her friends saw her as a fancy, fantastic
friend. Once, she had even helped a wild baby bird cross the road.

But not even a caring person who had once helped a wild baby bird cross the road,
was prepared for what Virginia had in store today.

The snow flurried like eating pigeons, making Sophia relaxed. Sophia grabbed a
cursed piano that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Sophia stepped outside and Virginia came closer, she could see the thoughtless
smile on her face.

"I am here because I want a kiss," Virginia bellowed, in an understanding tone. She
slammed her fist against Sophia's chest, with the force of 4759 lizards. "I
frigging love you, Sophia Gobble."

Sophia looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the cursed piano.
"Virginia, I admire your eyebrows," she replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two plain, pretty puppies
bouncing at a very down to earth bar mitzvah, which had indie music playing in the
background and two gentle uncles boating to the beat.

Sophia regarded Virginia's grubby moles and beautiful eyes. She held out her hand.
"Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Virginia.

"Please?" begged Sophia with puppy dog eyes.

Virginia looked sad, her body blushing like a bulbous, bumpy banana.

Then Virginia came inside for a nice glass of wine.