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POPclogger216 said:
Here we go: Where will I go? The man thought as he sat down onto the old, worn park bench, the same one he had been sitting at for the past ten years, where he had first kissed his now deceased wife, where he asked her to marry him, where he had always sat while his children played on the swings. He kicked at a pebble on the concrete, thinking to himself some more, for he had no aquaintances to speak to. What will happen to me? I’m 73, my wife’s dead, and all my children have grown up. What else can I do with my life? He pondered as he watched a couple holding hands walk by, too 로스트 in each others company to notice anything else around them. He sighed. Might as well do something. He started wondering about how an animal always finds its way home, about why heat rises, and cold doesn’t, where a 무지개, 레인 보우 leads to, and many other things, things only a person who has lived through it all could think of. A bird came to rest about five feet from him, and slowly hopped toward him until it jumped onto the bench with him, cocking its head and peeping at him, as if asking, “What are 당신 thinking of, 당신 wizened man?” The man, being his down-to-earth self, somehow understood the little bird, and began to speak to it. “Oh, I’ve been thinking of many things, like why there is death, where a 무지개, 레인 보우 leads to, and just how the littlest things work, like a vacuum, 또는 a hose,” He said, excited that he had an audience to tell his thoughts to aloud.” And, I’ve always wondered how an animal always found its way home. Maybe 당신 could help me with that, little bird?” He chuckled. The bird cheeped, as if answering his question. “Oh, I understand now! Thank you, my petite feathered friend!” The old man laughed again, feeling like a little kid, having conversations with animals. He checked his watch. “Bother! Sadly, I have to depart with you, for I don’t want to stay out after dark. Not really 안전한, 안전 for old Geezers like me,” He said standing up and brushing off the back of his trousers. “ Goodbye, my little acquaintance! Maybe we can meet here tomorrow, about 3 O’ clock?” The bird cheeped, then hopped of the bench and flew away, while the man headed back to his little apartment, glad to have finally had someone, rather something, to talk to. Not one thousand, but 419.
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