as he brought his face closer to the baby both kept looking at each other without blinking an eyelid.
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three years ago a lonely old man died on the street.
the youngman passing by saw the dead man looked arround and finding no volunteers volunteered picked the body on his own and started walking out of the city.
"you know when i was a kid my father used to carry me around like this with my arms wrapped around his head and legs around his waist."
the shocked youngman stumbled steadied himself and looked for the voice.
the old man was still dead.
he resumed walking with extra weight of doubt.
"can i come to you as your son? will you carry be around like this?"
the youngman ignored the whisper. "it must be my own head!" he said to himself.
he rested the old man in the cemetry returned home and resumed his life.
three years later
he was blessed with a son. as he brought his face closer to the baby both kept staring at each other without blinking an eye.
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