The grayness in the room sat in his thoughts. As he looked out the curtain, he watched his 12-year-old son run in the grass. He could barely see his head but, as if with a sixth sense, he could hear his feet on the ground somehow. He could hear his own; his heavy feet somehow plodding even though he wore slippers.
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