The old man

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I was at the park reading a book full of romance, full of love, full of kisses, full of cuteness and ... under a huge tree next to the rose bush, when an old man came sittting near as if he was waiting for someone.

I continued reading, page after page but still he sat there lost. Suddenly a grey cloud came and covered the blue sky and began to pour heavily. I stood up and began to run to the small wooden rooms one can find in Muxi park but the man didn't move. Though i thought he was acting very strange, i left my book and bottle in the room and went next to him to convince him to come in.

I was going to continue reading in that small room when he began to cry. " What's wrong sir?" i asked. " Oh. I have the sexiest wife on earth and i love her. Every morning she wakes up an hour before me and makes me an English breakfast, sausages, bacon, eggs, baked beans, two slices of toasted bread and she squeezes four oranges for me too. Then for lunch she makes me a mouthwatering homemade soup and some pancakes with syrup as dessert. She washed the plates, she cleans the house and washes our clothes while i sleep, then when i wake up she comes in bed and watch a film i choose. For dinner then she makes me a gourmet with wine and a dessert bought just for me. Then while i surf on the internet she works on the computer to bring home money and at about ten we cuddle until the small hours and have fun."

He then began to cry even harder. "Then what's the problem? You have the best life ever."

" I CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE I LIVE YOUNG LADY'

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