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We reached the park in a few minutes, a record time thanks to my tugging on Will’s arm, and Olivia jumped on us like a tiger on its first meal in days. “There you two are!” she scolded as she hurried up to us. There was a cigarette in one hand and a hot dog in the other. It was a surreal moment, but she did an admirable job of switching between the two. “I thought you had abandoned me to a life of solitary confinement!” That wasn’t possible. Even in a stone prison she would have made friends with the rocks in the walls. She might even had married one of them.
“It’s entirely my fault, Olivia. I was reminiscing,” Will replied.
She gently batted her cigarette holder against his shoulder. “Well, enough about the past, it’s time for the present and a hot dog,” she scolded.
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