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Old man
"My poor dear, there is nothing that I can say to change how your heart feels.
Look at me. I am 73 years old, and my wife left me to the dust three years ago. I do not have much of a reason to go on living. I died with her, that day." The old man's eyes begin to redden and mist over...
"What I am saying is that life is just not worth living, unless you can share the good times and the bad times with somebody. Somebody that makes the hurt go away. Somebody to be proud of your accompishments. Somebody to hold you when you are scared. If you want to live a life of lonliness...then so be it. But let me tell you that it hurts."
Wiping his cheek, and turning his head, the old man walks toward the spring with a bucket intent on gathering water for his horses.
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