Buff Goddess

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It was the ninth month Pete was out of work. The Covid-19 pandemic changed the world as he and everyone else knew it. At first it felt like a giant, old-fashioned two week snow day. "This could be fun!" Pete, known as Mr. Pete amongst those who knew him called him. He was always the positive, glass half full type of guy. The guy everyone wanted to be around. He was a neighborhood favorite to run into and pick up anyones day. With his pale, blue eyes and a smile that charmed the good mood out of anyone.  A smile that had become forced and hidden regardless under the mandatory mask he and everyone else now wore as standard as shoes.