Thanks for the honorable mention, sir. I certainly hope my final award is such. I really have not done anything I regret or am ashamed of, other than 2 broken hearts. One was a lady, and one was another lady's fatherless 5 year old son. If I could go back and prevent their pain, I would. I often wonder what happened to the boy Rudolpho.
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The old man wore a frazzled yellow straw hat, a multicolored shirt and a pair of white short pants with seriously frayed edges �round the legs. He had silly bony knees, and a bronzed complexion on which he wore a broad, toothy smile.
This is fair description of me, except I always wear pants in public because of the bony knees, and both my shins are badly scarred from many clumsy moves bumping into things.
