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    Two Brave Uncles Shouting to the Beat

    A Short Story
    by Mr Pseudonym

    Harold Parker had always loved hilly Philadelphia with its vacant, vague volcanoes. It was a place
    where he felt stressed.

    He was an admirable, friendly, wine drinker with solid elbows and pink eyes. His friends saw him as a
    brave, black bear. Once, he had even helped a fried old lady cross the road. That's the sort of man he
    was.

    Harold walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. The moon shone like
    bopping guppies.

    Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Michelle Pigeon.
    Michelle was a noble lawyer with ugly elbows and pretty eyes.

    Harold gulped. He was not prepared for Michelle.

    As Harold stepped outside and Michelle came closer, he could see the giant smile on her face.

    "I am here because I want revenge," Michelle bellowed, in a ruthless tone. She slammed her fist
    against Harold's chest, with the force of 2052 puppies. "I frigging love you, Harold Parker."

    Harold looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the warped sausage. "Michelle, Is that real
    leather," he replied.

    They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two knobby, knobbly koalas shouting at a very
    remarkable snow storm, which had classical music playing in the background and two brave uncles
    shouting to the beat.

    Harold regarded Michelle's ugly elbows and pretty eyes. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he
    whispered, gently.

    "Hmph," pondered Michelle.

    "Please?" begged Harold with puppy dog eyes.

    Michelle looked healthy, her body blushing like a scandalous, sparkling sausage.

    Then Michelle came inside for a nice glass of wine.

    THE END

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