I Hope You Don’t Mind
It was a perfect afternoon in New York City. It was the end of another cycle, the end of the beginning. They pointed to an area when they entered the park and then proceeded toward it. When they reached the spot they noticed an area a little deeper, blanketed by an array of trees appearing as a private quarter. It was their own little piece of the earth. It sat there patiently waiting for a pair of lovers just like them to come and occupy it’s empty space for a while. When they reached their spot, she pulled out a burgundy sheet and tossed it across the grass; it scattered…
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