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Tyler leans against the tree you always sit under. He looks around the park. It's quiet and empty today, just how you like it. No other people are around. It's peaceful.

"I like to sing."

You look over at him quizzically.

"The only thing I can do," he mutters. He looks at you. "You like to write?" He nods toward your notebook setting in your lap.

You nod, still confused on why he randomly brought up singing.

Tyler nods once, then looks out at the park again. "Me too."

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