The man sits motionless in his mobility scooter, next to the box full of small chocolate letters. He looks old. He stares with his red-rimmed eyes at the three chocolate letters in his right hand. Out of curiosity I ask him: “Who are you buying those chocolate letters for?” Slowly life comes to the man, and he answers: “I have two daughters; one has two children, and the other has one.” To which I ask if the chocolate letters are for them. “No,” he replied, “I pleasure myself.”
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