Old man

Late one summer day I saw an old man sitting on a park bench. He looked tired, sad, and alone. I knew this man and a feeling of sadness came over me. This man was mean and angry. There was never a smile on his face. In fact, he was so mean, when others saw him walking down the street they would cross to the other side just to avoid him.

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