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The old man walked down the street, heading home. Perhaps it was due to his age, but the memory of his wife, having died a decade earlier, had been fading away.
Each sweet moment they had shared along the fifty years of marriage was inevitably disappearing. He knew he couldn't rely on his condition for long before his health would start deteriorating, and not having any children did not ease his desperation.
He felt alone and miserable. Then he saw the girl on the street. He approached her, reaching for his wallet. With watery eyes he could only say: "Please, lie a little love to me.".