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The Uncle Series

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Back in the Lupella Estate,

The Uncle stood on his office balcony, overlooking the courtyard where his grandkids played like warrior princes of Sicily. It was their heritage and he wasn't above interacting with them in that way. Someday they would inherit his princedom and they would rule the people with swift justice.

Just as his ancestors had done.

He loosened his tie, the air was hot and he didn't need to die of sunstroke before dinner. He watched as Giuseppe pretended to behead Vito, bravo. Even in youth, Giuseppe proved to be victorious.

He watched with pride, "Bene, bene."

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