“Where’re you goin’ Old Man?” That’s what the kid called me, ‘Old Man’, I didn’t like it but I let it go, he was just a dumb kid, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. He came walking up behind me on the wooded trail, he and the girl. I assumed she was his girlfriend. She had long dark hair, and it hung down in her face. In her face I could see her youth and her innocence, she had a classic face. She had the kind of face that will still be pretty in thirty, maybe even fif...
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