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Walking in Chaos

Walking. No stopping. No running. Just walking. Staying at this one pace.

“The park?”

“You love the park.”

“No, I love the trees.”

“Well, I remembered where they were.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I really need to bring my camera here one of these days.”

“It’s so beautiful here.”

“Someone’s feeling better.”

“I have a soft spot for this place.”

“This I know.”

“But how did you know I was in a bad mood?”

“Jackie? How long have we known each other?”

“Well… Thanks… I needed this.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

There is an attraction in the midst of chaos. These are the times when you know you want to help. This time you know what to do, and you see it begin to unfold.

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