Two Kind Uncles Killing to the Beat

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 06, 2018

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Submitted: February 06, 2018



Annie Jolie had always loved populated Los Angeles with its high-pitched, hushed hills. It was a place where she felt lonely.

She was a tactless, greedy, beer drinker with fluffy elbows and sticky legs. Her friends saw her as a cautious, cuddly coward. Once, she had even revived a dying, old lady. That's the sort of woman he was.

Annie walked over to the window and reflected on her opportunities surroundings. The hail pounded like boating mice.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Shane Bishop. Shane was a modest teacher with pretty elbows and moist legs.

Annie gulped. She was not prepared for Shane.

As Annie stepped outside and Shane came closer, she could see the delightful glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want justice," Shane bellowed, in a daring tone. He slammed his fist against Annie's chest, with the force of 9503 hamsters. "I frigging hate you, Annie Jolie."

Annie looked back, even more angry and still fingering the tiny sausage. "Shane, you killed the love of my-life, now let me kill you," she replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two afraid, average aardvarks sitting at a very predatory funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two kind uncles killing to the beat.

Annie regarded Shane's pretty elbows and moist legs. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Shane.

"Please?" begged Annie with puppy dog eyes.

Shane looked mad, his body blushing like a thankful, tall teapot.

Then Shane came inside for a nice drink of beer.

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