He walked in, the weight of the world on his shoulders in the shape of a little child. A three day beard graced his twelve step face as he looked at his feet and whispered softly: "My boy needs a good meal."
Year: 2016
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shouldering the weight
He walked in, the weight of the world on his shoulders in the shape of a little child. A three day beard graced his twelve step face as he looked at his feet and whispered softly: "My boy needs a good meal."