Though he had thinned much for a couple of years, his like of this drink did not decrease.
And even his mustache which was left unshaven had to be the witness of the smell and his addiction about this that I came to reason out that he's only living for it.
His looks would tell as if no one was even taking care of him.
He was observably very old for his age, no less like a beggar in the street.
The drink gave him purpose.
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The Man I Thought Who Can't Appreciate Beauty
Short StoryA boy's story with a dying old man.