Yesterday, I wrote about "power of old man", and I remembered I had seen an awful old man in the commuter train.

It was an old man who wore a pink sailor-suit for school girls.

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He

had a foot with shin hair growing shaggily from his skirt,

had his thin and brief hair limitlessly.

had no trace of making-up

looked like older than I (more than sixty years old?)

He was a 100% perfect "old man" who just had on a pink sailor-suit for school girls.

I should not use such a rhetoric.

To tell you the truth, I feared him.

(To be continued)