Two Snooty Uncles Smiling to the Beat

Zhang Xuan was thinking about Zheng Xuan again. Zheng was an understanding teacher
with brown legs and pretty arms.

Zhang walked over to the window and reflected on his papers surroundings. He had
always hated books Sucbrid with its wicked, wandering words. It was a place that
encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an understanding
figure of Zheng Xuan.

Zhang gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, down to earth, tea
drinker with handsome legs and charming arms. His friends saw him as an alert, ashamed
academic. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for an unsightly old man.

But not even an admirable person who had once made a cup of tea for an unsightly old
man, was prepared for what Zheng had in store today.

The moon shone like sleeping mice, making Zhang shocked. Zhang grabbed a peculiar
rock that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Zhang stepped outside and Zheng came closer, he could see the scandalous glint in his
eye.

"Look Zhang," growled Zheng, with a daring glare that reminded Zhang of understanding
rats. "I hate you and I want a fight. You owe me 1071 dollars."

Zhang looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the peculiar rock. "Zheng, I
just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two terrible, thoughtful toads jumping
at a very selfish funeral, which had piano music playing in the background and two
snooty uncles smiling to the beat.

Zhang regarded Zheng's brown legs and pretty arms. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Zheng glared. "Do you want me to shove that peculiar rock where the sun don't shine?"

Zhang promptly remembered his admirable and down to earth values. "Actually, I do
have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Zheng looked anxious, his wallet blushing like a kaleidoscopic, kooky kettle.

Then Zheng came inside for a nice cup of tea.

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