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apprently, there is a park across from this house.
it seemed decent; not too loud.
so i told lydia i wanted to go.
she kept complaining that i would track too much sand into the house.
i explained to her that i wouldn't be going barefoot.
when she finally agreed, i walked towards the park,
found a seat at a bench,
and took off my shoes.
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