After leaving the park, heartbroken, Russell gave the Range Rover back to its owner, then came walking directly to a small duplex home built on top of a hill, offering a wonderful view of the suburbs.There was an old man in modest blue clothes, trying to feed biscuits to a golden retriever.“Excuse me, sir?” Russell respectfully addressed him, his voice still laced with annoyance. “Do I know you?”The old man shook his head slightly. He seemed to be in his early sixties. “I found the dog cute, so I couldn’t help myself.”“Oh, but biscuits don’t easily digest, so take care of your health.” Russell then put a dollar bill in his hand. “I wish I could give you more for feeding my dog, but that’s the best I can give.”“It’s okay,” the old man put the money in his pocket and smiled. “Thank you.” He kept staring at Russell.“Don’t want to be offensive, but you should leave,” Russell said.“Ah, yes,” the old man turned around and walked away.Russell entered through the main gate, and his do
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