Old George used to live next door to me, in a beautiful house not far from his beloved Cronulla, the seaside suburb where he used to go walking every day, and still does to this day, to talk to the ocean about his ungrateful daughters and his vindictive ex-wife. Many times, I tried to get him to talk to me, tell me what the problem was that was making him so unhappy and sad.
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