This old man

“If I’d had any sense, you know,” he says aloud, a lifetime of other thoughts folding and unfolding inside his head, “I’d never have gotten caught up in that mess.” He says mess as though the word itself were dirty, and his voice rattles in his throat with the rasping tremor of age, as his bones rattle in his hands with the same shake.

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