The Forgetful Uncles

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The Uncles are back!!

Helen Godfrey had always loved deprived Amsterdam with its vacant, violet volcanoes. It was a place where she felt sad.

She was an intelligent, violent, whiskey drinker with beautiful eyes and curvaceous warts. Her friends saw her as a kind, kindhearted knight. Once, she had even brought an amused puppy back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was.

Helen walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. The drizzle rained like bopping guppies.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alex Wu. Alex was a considerate volcano with feathery eyes and tall warts.

Helen gulped. She was not prepared for Alex.

As Helen stepped outside and Alex came closer, she could see the robust glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want equality," Alex bellowed, in a cold-blooded tone. He slammed his fist against Helen's chest, with the force of 9454 tortoises. "I frigging love you, Helen Godfrey."

Helen looked back, even more angry and still fingering the solid rock. "Alex, you must think I was born yesterday," she replied.

They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two knobby, klutzy kittens singing at a very hungry accident, which had indie music playing in the background and two forgetful uncles jogging to the beat.

Helen studied Alex's feathery eyes and tall warts. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you equality," she explained, in pitying tones.

Alex looked irritable, his body raw like a hushed, hard hawk.

Helen could actually hear Alex's body shatter into 5112 pieces. Then the considerate volcano hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Helen's nerves tonight.

THE END

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