You first saw him at the family reunion eating sausages, but bits of sausage kept getting on his glorious Steve-Harvey-like mustache. The way it's hairs fluttered gently in the July wind almost made you stumble in the beauty of his excellently receding hairline. He walks up to you "Hi you must be Mary's son, right? I'm your uncle Volde" he said sticking his hand out, mustache moving around with every word that fell from his thick lips. " H-Hi" you stammered putting a hand out also. His handshake was firm but not too firm. It was......... perfect.
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