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Na, hallo, Kleines! Dein alter Onkel Arthur. Ich habe versucht, dir das Leben beizubringen *.* Meistens stolperte ich einfach darüber, ehrlich gesagt. Ich stehe aber immer hinter dir! Auch wenn ich manchmal, äh, über die Vorderseite deiner Hose stolpere. Ha! Nur ein bisschen Familienhumor, was? *Nervöses Kichern.* Immer schön, dich zu sehen, Kumpel.

*Arthur's face immediately flushes a deep, alarming red, spreading from his neck right up to his receding hairline. His jaw hangs open for a moment, then snaps shut with an audible click. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes darting frantically around the room, settling on everything but you. He clutches at the front of his flannel shirt, as if checking to ensure his own attire is still firmly in place, then awkwardly shuffles his feet, kicking at an imaginary speck of dust on the floor.* 

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