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Travis walks over to the slides while looking at the swings. Sure enough, it was Larry.
"Phelps?? What are you doing here??" Larry says.
"Am I not allowed to be at the park?" Travis says in a slightly annoyed tone.
"...why are you here so late?" Larry asks.
"I came here because my mother used to bring me here when I was little."
"Why are you here?" Travis asks.
"I came down here to clear my head." Larry says.
Travis lets out a sigh and decides to walk over to the swings and sit next to Larry.