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Pervert or Kidnapper
I could feel W looking at the side of my face and I could tell he was thinking. I was trying to pay attention, but I was looking at the clouds swirl from my mouth as I breathed.
“If it makes more sense to you,†W said after a while, “it is akin to sitting just outside of a playground and not having a kid of your own. Without a kid or a wife, the first thing you must be is a pervert or a kidnapper. What other reason is there for a grown man to spend his afternoon watching children at the park? There isn't. Not to the parents and not to the cops.â€
W sighed. We watched as R slowly approached us. R was still out of earshot.