Said the little old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded. "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems grown-ups
don’t pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand, "I know what you
mean," said the little old man.
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