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Tell me about the park.
Why?
I want to know.
It’s just a park.
You went there, it must be good; tell me.
I sat on a bench and read some of my book.
And?
There were two dogs, they knew each other, they were playing chase – one was a white scotty, the other a golden spaniel.
I thought you were reading your book.
I was, but I saw the dogs.
And?
Two people came in on their moped, one had a white helmet.
And the other?
I don’t know. I think they knew the owner of the dogs and went to say hello, I didn’t see them leave. Two girls came.
Ah!
What do you mean ‘ah!’?
You noticed them!
I noticed the white helmet and the dogs too.
Tell me what they were wearing.
One had black trousers that were split open, her legs were showing. She had a pack on her back.
You were looking at her bum.
Wasn’t.
Were. What about the other?
No.
No what?
I didn’t notice her bum.
Ah!
There it is again.
Anything else?
The sunset over the rooftops and the bird.
Which bird.
It was in the tree above the bench where I was sitting and reading; it might have been a nightingale. The song was majestic. She was still singing when I left.
She?
Possibly.
Why did you leave?
Dusk was settling, I could no longer see the words clearly; besides, I had finished a chapter.
Is the bird still singing?
I could open the door and tell you.
Ok.
No………………………………………………. But the girls are still there.
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