I've written a number of stories over the years about Uncle Bob. In which, the aged Robert Merrison tells tales of his extraordinary long life, to his two nieces. I gave up writing them a few years ago, disheartened by my lack of success in getting a publisher interested. The stories are possibly too dark and violent for the average nice middle-class children's publisher. Kids seem to love them though.
This short tale is unusual in that it doesn't involve Bob telling any sort of story
If I Were In Montpellier, I'd Go To This -
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