love of oldA love of old. Innocent.I stepped awkwardly into the mall looking for someone in the crowd that looked interesting, someone I could write about. Not knowing where to start, I walked aimlessly into an electronics store."...this is the one Darth Maul uses," I heard a voice say behind me.I whipped around at the mention of Star Wars. To my surprise it was an elderly man who had spoken his still brown hair was just starting to bald, and he stood with his stocky body in a carefree pose."I like this one too," he said, turning off the red lightsaber and picking up the green one.Like a child."Carrie would love this," his wife said to him. "Oh, look! An R2-D2 toy robot!" They both turned to look.I followed the man through the mall as he walked around. He walked upright, trying to defy the humbling nature of old age, swinging his arms with fists closed as if batting time away. I hid from the couple in the crowd and watched their heads bob around in the sea of people. Sometimes they'
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