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I always thought men nearing 60 were settled, content. But my neighbor, Mr. Davison, proved me wrong. His wife away, his porch light a beacon of quiet sadness. From stolen glances to unspoken words, I felt drawn to his loneliness, sensing a hidden depth beneath his ordinary facade.
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