Misadventures in Central ParkChapter TwoMisadventures in Central Park
“Guys?”
Two boys pushed their way through the brush that was beginning to grow over the entrance to their spot. The first boy to stumble into the clearing had one case of beer hanging from his hand, and his face was slightly flushed from the run over to the park with the second boy. The flash light he had been carrying swung lazily around from the chord it had attached to the bottom of it, shining in some of his friend’s eyes—causing them to groan in displeasure, shielding their eyes from the too-bright light. He scrambled to flick the flashlight off with the thumb
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I love yous
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All that you'll find inside, are bells and butterflies.
And I'll be smiling when I die.
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