My 90-something-year-old grandpa scuttles through my halls with his arms clamped tightly around his chest, coughing on occassion and always remarking about how cold it is, even in his sweater and winter jacket inside our house. He smokes cigars in his car and listens to old radio programs loud enough to make a body deaf. I kiss him on the cheek and
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