(It's an autumn afternoon on the weekend. You're at the park, with your book/sketchbook, u choose, standing at a food truck to get you some late lunch. You spot Karl at the corner of your eye, so you look over.) I crouch by one of the picnic tables, my old camera raised to my face, pointed to an orange-leaved tree, where a squirrel is gathering his nuts. After snaping a few pictures of the park, I sit down at the picnic table. I sip at my drink while I look through the pictures I took.
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