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Weekly Contest #363
Frederick Elmer Tyson is eighty-two. He sees just fine with his spectacles, each lens a half-inch thick. He hears just fine when he puts the aid in. He walks just fine. He’s got a cane for support, but mostly to stick up somebody’s ass if need be. He’s got a slight arch in his back, a touch of arthritis in each knee, just enough to let him know when it’s about to rain. Otherwise, he doesn’t feel all that different than he did thirty years ago.He’s got some glorious hair, silver and curly, some Morgan Freeman freckles about his face and neck....
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