"Come meet me in the park," my phone said, and after I was done using the internet in the library, I hurried in that direction. Halfway there, as I began to follow the crosswalk, a little white car pulled up right in front of me, parking or something. How rude! I almost had time to work up some anger, and then: Need a ride? It was Josh. I smiled. We drove to Golden Gate Park. We got out and walked to a big green field, where kids were playing soccer, old men were banging on drums, dreadheds were playing frisbee with their dogs, little girls chasing each other around, some skater dudes played with a Thai hackey sack, and people were just hanging around on blankets having picknicks or playing their guitars. It felt like a
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