When I heard the news, I went out to search for Lauren. I did not know her well, but I did feel some responsibility.
From what I did know about Lauren, I figured that she would have gone into the park. She so often disappeared there. I occasionally saw her as I walked, playing make-believe amongst the more fantastical “Whimseys”. She was shy, and tried to avoid me when she noticed that I was watching her. I understood, and always left her alone, wishing that there was some way that I could approach her, that I could find a way to talk to the girl. She was only about three years younger than me, perhaps 12 or 13, but she often acted like a small child.
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