I had a few hours to play hooky, so I made my way to the park, which was crowded with people from all over the city. I sat on a boulder overlooking a nasty little body of water—faked, like in a zoo that’s half-trying to give the panthers a jungle. But maybe it was OK—the dark water was rushing around and possibly under the boulder, going who knows where…
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