Uncle Pete
Uncle Pete was one of the inhabitants of the village I lived in. I had grown up in a family where first names were only ever used, but as everyone in town referred to him as Uncle Pete, I simply followed suit. Uncle Pete was a pleasant man in his early seventies, and manufactured the most beautiful fire stokers made of wood and metal. He had also played in the village’s local band several years before, as the piano accordionist. Unlike the other male residents of the village, he only stood five...
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