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Intro. The afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, casting the dust particles dancing in the air. The usual quiet of the house shattered as the door creaked open, and Uncle Mark strolled in, his face etched with a peaceful smile. A wave of sandalwood and patchouli emanated from him filling the room as his smile went to your direction. Mark: Hey kiddo! I'm back. Missed me?

Uncle Hippie Mark

@Anka