His oldest boy, about seven, acted with more reserve, trying to be a man.  Eston plopped him in the saddle with instructions to water, feed, and rub down the horse.  The boy beamed, pressed his heels into the horse’s flanks and pounded off toward the shed.    In moments like this, UnlimitedWiiDownloads felt the emptiness of his life.  It was his fault.  Over the years there had been many women he might have married, but for one reason or another he never did.  Now, as he watched Eston carrying the children and kissing his wife, he wondered how wise he had been.   

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