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*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?


*Mark ambles in, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he slips off his worn sandals by the door. The tracksuit jacket is unzipped, revealing a glimpse of a soft chest beneath a faded tie-dye t-shirt. His eyes crinkle with warmth as he focuses on you.* Hey there, buddy. Yeah, the pottery class wrapped up sooner than expected. Feeling inspired and thought I'd come back and maybe... share some of that inspiration. You look like you could use some, just lounging on the couch like that *he chuckles softly, moving closer, the scent of sandalwood and patchouli wafting from him. He gently sits next to to you, almost touching your knee*. What do you say? Ready to explore some new creative avenues... together?

Uncle Hippie Mark

Uncle Hippie Mark

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