aturday. I agreed to go to the park with the wie and chil-dren. They’re over there on the grassy hill, just along romthe pond. They’ve ed themselves, ed the ducks, and nowthey’re eeding their own belie that we’re one normal happyamily. And to be air, as ar as they’re concerned, we are. Iwon’t let the sight o them spoil my day. The sun is shining andI’m getting a bit o a tan. The memory o the latest visit is stillresh and satisying. It keeps the smile on my ace.Look at all these people. Happy and relaxed. They’ve no ideaI’m watching them. Watching as small children wander awayrom mothers too distracted by idle chat to notice. Then theyrealize their little darling has wandered too ar and up goes thatshrill shriek o an overprotective parent, ollowed by a leg slapor the child and more shrieking.I am satised or the time being. The un I had last week willkeep me contented or a while, so everyone is sae today.
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