K. bought us lunch while I sat under the Manhattan bridge overpass and O. went back and forth and back and forth on the sidewalk, waving at me every time he passed. K. and I ate the tomatos and mozzarella while O. went around and around on the carousel, waving at us every time he passed. We finished our lunch on the rocks looking at the water, O. tossing pebbles, ambling back to grab K. and pull her around the park. It was sunny still, wouldn’t go gray til later, I was overdressed in long pants. Then we went for ice cream, it wasn’t nearly as good as the line suggested, and we talked a lot about that.

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