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It's early but there are still plenty of fellow joggers running in the park. Or should that be The Park, he wonders. The more he visits New York, the more he likes it, but he especially likes running in Central Park. He can't put his finger on why. Maybe it feels really good today because as long as he's running, he doesn't have to think about going back to Seattle. He doesn't have to think about how easy it would be to stay here because it's so close to Mom and Peter. And Orlando, Logan, Wes, Aidan, Ynez... He stops listing off the names when he realizes that almost all the friends he's made live out here. And Kevin would never leave the West Coast.
Okay, Will, you're not supposed to be thinking, he chastises himself. Instead, he decides to focus on the people in the park. That's when he spots the man with the adorable dog. It makes him think about how much he misses Wendell, so he stops running and walks up to them. A little puppy play can always make him feel better.
"Is he friendly?" he asks the man, smiling as he wipes some sweat from his forehead.
Okay, Will, you're not supposed to be thinking, he chastises himself. Instead, he decides to focus on the people in the park. That's when he spots the man with the adorable dog. It makes him think about how much he misses Wendell, so he stops running and walks up to them. A little puppy play can always make him feel better.
"Is he friendly?" he asks the man, smiling as he wipes some sweat from his forehead.
