.He swears he means well as he drills in me details of himself. I fall as he explains how I remind him of someone he knew. Feet spread apart and closing in, the old man calls me his son. Crawling down the lane as fast as my hands can go, he corners me into a shadow spitting the dregs of sympathy, che.
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