By The Park
Sometimes all we need is a friend.
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I could barely believe my eyes as I walked over to the hunched figure of my boss, Jacob Frye, looking down with his head hanging down, his top hat next to him to make him company in an empty bench on Lambeth’s park near the Asylum.
“Mister Frye, is everything alright?” I asked.
But I gasped as he looked up and saw dried tears on his usual confident face.
“Tell me,” he shakily said, “what have I done wrong?”