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Every day at 5:00 PM, he brushed the leaves from the bench and sat, sinking into the metal like only old bones can, because they are softer, more fragile, and welcome the unbreakable more than the bone of the young. Every day at 5:00 PM he opened his eyes for the first time that day, really opened them. In the mornings when he drove to work, his eyes were squinty, he believed he was born with two pairs of eyelids, like a reptile, one a filmy, thin lid that protected him from the harshness.