The first thing I want is a park bench.
Wooden, weathered, solid, comfortable.
And with a view. Doesnt have to be of the ocean.
Could be a simple garden.
Or a squirrel in a tree.
Would you sit next to me, on my park bench?
Would you take my hand and help me watch that squirrel?
The last thing I want tonight: you.
You and me. You, me, and an entire day for us to spend together,
any way we choose.
l'extrémité
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