four years ago, an old man moved across the street from us. i brought him a casserole that my mom had fixed and asked if he needed anything. he shut the door in my face. i saw one of the neighborhood kids mowing his lawn for him. he made them leave halfway though and finished it himself. i've seen so many people try to help him and be nice, but he always turns them down.
i wonder what made him this way. did his family betray him? did the love of his life die? something has turned his heart stone cold, and now he is hate.
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consumed.
Teen Fictionif you aren't careful, you might just let your emotions c o n s u m e you.
