Literature
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He wasn't sure of what time of day it was. Time, now a days, was very hard to keep a grasp of. He woke up late, he went to bed early, old Once-ler was lucky if he was even capable of stepping outside for longer than an hour before pain, or a need for the rest room, would have him hobbling back indoors.
The old man relied on a walking stick now, and the Lorax was never too far from his side. The guardian of the forest had almost become something like a seeing eye dog for the old man who, now, was in his mid nineties. Just how this man, the man who had suffered in solitude for so long, was still alive boggled the Lorax's mind.
He had never kn