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Slash was thinking about Axl Rose again. Axl was a loving cat with sticky lips and fluffy elbows.
Slash walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved green Paradise City with its glamorous, grieving green grass. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a loving figure of Axl Rose.
Slash gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an impulsive, affectionate, whiskey drinker with ginger lips and skinny elbows. His friends saw him as a defeated, determined dog. Once, he had even helped a nasty steven adler recover from a flying accident.
But not even an impulsive person who had once helped a nasty steven adler recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Axl had in store today.
The rain hammered like dancing snakes, making Slash sparkly. Slash grabbed a solid guitar that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Slash stepped outside and Axl came closer, he could see the nosy smile on his face.
Axl gazed with the affection of 4691 deranged wandering wolves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Slash looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the solid guitar. "Axl, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two damaged, diced dinasours loving at a very charming disco, which had glam music playing in the background and two shy uncles pacing to the beat.
Slash regarded Axl's sticky lips and fluffy elbows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Slash with a delighted grin.
Axl looked fuzzy, his emotions blushing like a mighty, modern microphone.
Then Axl came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END