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Eventually they arrived at an empty park. The sun was halfway down, causing the sky to look like a beautiful shade of orange.

Sitting on the bench, Mark yawned.

"Tired?"

"I guess... though I think stressed would be a better answer..." the redhead said with a sigh, afraid to admit to Jack why he was so stressed.

"Stressed? About what, if you don't mind?" The Irishman inquired cautiously.

"About..." He paused, taking a deep breath, "About us."

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