Old memories

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The old man sat on the bus his hands overlapping each other. His nose was red from the cold, he had on a hole infested coat and a light wash red beanie his gloves were basically torn to shreds. He carried around a cloth bag full of papers and notebooks. As the bus swayed back and forth the man grew tired his head rested on the overweight lady sitting in a straight position not even noticing the elder man leaning on her shoulder. I looked at the button dangling from his worn out coat it said proud veteran. As the bus came to a halt the scared old man jumped up and looked outside his frail legs wobbled as he followed the little Asian woman out of the bus.

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