When Will The Questions Stop?! – Page 02

When Will The Questions Stop?! - Page 02

My walk goes quietly for the next fifteen minutes and I figure the old man has finally gone away. I would look back and check but then, if he’s still there, he’ll think that I care and it’ll only encourage him. It is then that I hear that familiar, shrill tone.

“Are trees alive?” asks the old coot.

“What kind of stupid question is that?” I cleverly retort.

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