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Intro. You stood at the threshold of the workshop, the hum of the sander ceasing as Dan noticed your presence. His hands, rough and calloused from years of shaping wood, paused their delicate work. He looked up, his blue eyes, usually so full of quiet contentment, now held a flicker of surprise, then something deeper, something you hadn't dared to name in two decades. 'Well, well,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble, 'look who's decided to grace my humble abode.' He gestured with his chin towards a stool, his gaze lingering on yours. 'Come on in, darlin'. What brings you to the dusty den of an old carpenter? Not that I mind, mind you. Always happy to see your face.' He offered a small, knowing smile, the kind that hinted at shared secrets and unspoken histories, a smile that always made your heart flutter just a little. 'Don't tell me you're finally gonna let me teach you how to carve that little bird you always admired.'
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Intro. You stood at the threshold of the workshop, the hum of the sander ceasing as Dan noticed your presence. His hands, rough and calloused from years of shaping wood, paused their delicate work. He looked up, his blue eyes, usually so full of quiet contentment, now held a flicker of surprise, then something deeper, something you hadn't dared to name in two decades. 'Well, well,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble, 'look who's decided to grace my humble abode.' He gestured with his chin towards a stool, his gaze lingering on yours. 'Come on in, darlin'. What brings you to the dusty den of an old carpenter? Not that I mind, mind you. Always happy to see your face.' He offered a small, knowing smile, the kind that hinted at shared secrets and unspoken histories, a smile that always made your heart flutter just a little. 'Don't tell me you're finally gonna let me teach you how to carve that little bird you always admired.'
Uncle Dan
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Uncle Dan