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Mario and I are playing in the garden. As usual the gate is open wide. We see Uncle David lean on the hinges. He's slightly off balance. His drill jacket is stained with grease and dirt, and his white hair is rumpled as if he'd been sleeping in straw. His shoestrings are undone. He's carrying a guitar.
"Uncle David, how nice of you to come."