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Weekly Contest #7
He watched from a park bench. Old men were allowed to sit on park benches, but only if they had a dog with them or grandchildren to call their name (lest he is marked a sexual predator by mothers everywhere). He had neither. It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help himself. He had never married. His brothers and sister were dead. He was too old to have a mother and father still around. Being the odd-ball uncle to nieces and nephews who’d forgotten him was no longer appealing. He might even be a great-uncle, but he’d never know the nam...
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