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So then there was another doctor I used to know, Dr. John; he seemed nice enough and probably remains just that – nice enough .  Older and established, set in his ways, though he seemed a little too set maybe.  I think it’s something that happens to older men, those who live alone for too long – this length of time, manifesting in them a loneliness that seems to impress a certain level of selfish need.  I think maybe this need grows exponentially within the time it takes for him to loose his mom and find another, which if done in short only manages to create a longing, and longing in small doses can be useful.  However, when the same men are left alone for too long, this time instead of creating longing that spins itself into an abyss, an empty pit of desperation which occurs inevitably from having been away from home too long.