Dawsen sat alone at a small picnic table in a park he would always visit. He hummed a tune quietly as he allowed himself to be enveloped into the world of the book he was reading. Then the boy noticed someone join him at the table. “Hello,” he greeted, giving the stranger a small smile.
[Text:] … Allow me to rephrase that.
[Text:] How are you? Aside from clearly unhappy.
[Text:] i could be better.
[Text:] ivwe been laying on a park bench for a fewv hours and i think i fell asleep for a vwhile.
[Text:] im shocked nobody in this park tried drawving on my face vwhile i vwas asleep.
[Text:] at least i dont think they did.