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"Um, you dropped this." The girl said, picking up the pencil off of the wet grass. She handed it to the guy who dropped it. Studying him, she recognized him from school. He thanked her, wiping the water off of it. 

She asked if she could sit next to him. He said yes. He started to doodle in his notepad; she watched him. They talked while he drew detailed pictures of trees. They stayed like that for a while. Then she felt a buzz from her pockets. Checking it, she saw it was a text from her father. 

She told him she had to go. He frowned, saying goodbye. She ran out of the park. 

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