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THE LITTLE BOY AND THE OLD MAN   said the little boy: sometimes i drop my spoon. said the old man: i do that too. the little boy whispered: i wet my pants. i do that too, laughed the little old man. said the little boy: i often cry. the old man nodded: so do i. but worst of all, said the boy: it seems grown-ups dont pay attention to me. and he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. i know what you mean, said the little old man. THE LITTLE BOY AND THE OLD MAN said the little boy: sometimes i drop my spoon. said the old man: i do that too. the little boy whispered: i wet my pants. i do that too, laughed the little old man. said the little boy: i often cry. the old man nodded: so do i. but worst of all, said the boy: it seems grown-ups dont pay attention to me. and he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. i know what you mean, said the little old man.
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