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He left that night. He sold the shotgun house, gave the dog to a neighbor, and bought a motorcycle. He rode west, into the desert, into the mountains, into places where no one knew his name or his condition. He grew younger and younger. At forty-five, he looked eighteen. At forty-eight, he looked fourteen. He stopped shaving. He started sleeping in hostels and YMCAs. He wrote letters to Daisy but never mailed them.

"No," Benjamin said. His voice was a raspy whisper. "I'm a boy." The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -2008- HDRi...

"We have a boy," the social worker said. "About seven years old. He doesn't speak much. But he keeps drawing a picture of a house on Elysian Fields Avenue. And he keeps spelling the word 'Mississippi' over and over." He left that night

Thomas entered. The crib held something that resembled his father more than his son: a wizened, arthritic creature of perhaps eighty, with milky eyes, a bald spotted head, and a feeble, rasping cry. "He is deformed," the doctor whispered. "Some children are born old. It's a condition of the blood." He grew younger and younger

It was under the shadow of that backward clock—on the night of Armistice Day, 1918—that Benjamin Button was born.

He had nowhere to go.

At seventeen, Benjamin looked forty. He had grown taller—or rather, his spine had straightened—and his hair was now a distinguished salt-and-pepper. He could walk without a cane, though his knees still ached. Queenie, who had raised him as her own, finally allowed him to leave the boarding house for work.