Jacob Rhodes
Dear Other Local Parks,

Thank you for giving us a place to hide while learning to smoke menthol cigarettes. Whenever one of us was mad, we ended up at you.

Thank you for grass to walk on, and room to air our conflicts. Sometimes you were dangerous, and sometimes cops or gangsters would run us off on moonlit nights. This was part of your allure.
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