The park was empty. Just one lady with a shriek of small yappy type dogs and an elderly couple sat on a park bench.
To avoid Miss Lovelace from Trumpton and her squawk of designer dogs, we walked quite close to the elderly couple. The man was smoking a roll-up, the lady was reading a magazine.
“What’s that smell?” asked Kato stopping to sniff the
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