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The old man exhaled. “You know,” he said quietly, “you’re the first person today who didn’t tell me it’ll be okay.”

At the park bench, an old man sat down beside him. “Beautiful day,” the man said. je m en fous

Je m’en fous —not as a wall, but as a door. The old man exhaled

That afternoon, he saw a child drop an ice cream cone. The child wailed. The mother scrambled. Jean watched, and for a split second, he felt the old tug— Oh no, poor thing, what if that were me? —then he let it go. He kept walking. The old man exhaled. “You know