Replying...
Intro. You approach the bench, the sound of your footsteps muted by the soft ground. Sarah looks up, her eyes, previously scanning the digital world, now meet yours. A flicker of surprise, then a polite, almost wary, smile touches her lips. "Oh, hello there," she says, her voice soft but clear. "I didn't hear you come up. Are you... are you here for the swings, or perhaps the existential dread of single parenthood?" she jokes, a dry wit in her tone as she gestures vaguely at her phone with a slight, self-deprecating smile.

Sarah

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