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It was a normal day, I have a school and on the way I meet a neighbor. He was sitting on the bench, quiet, as if knowing I was going to come, he greeted me and told me that I had my backpack open, I sat down next to him and closing it he told me that in his time there were no such backpacks, the old ones had different locks. He also told me about his time, when he was young, tall and chestnut, now that he has induldered he has changed like any man who is in the middle of his life. I realized it was
I realized that he is a man who lives in the past, white and unkempt hair, old-fashioned clothes, looked like he became a man with more experience in life, but at the same time a sad man with few feelings
