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At 11 AM, they paid their tabs—always exact change, counted twice—and walked to the park. They sat on a bench dedicated to a man named Harold who had died in 1992. No one knew Harold. They didn’t care.

On Saturday, they had a wildcard event. Last month, they tried to build a birdhouse. It collapsed. They laughed for the first time in years. Yesterday, they went to a casino. Bernard lost forty dollars and called it “tuition in human stupidity.” Arthur won twelve cents on a slot machine and kept the payout slip in his wallet. Eugene got lost in the parking garage for two hours and said it was the most interesting thing that had happened to him all year. old men gangbang

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