“Don’t encourage her,” I said, taking his hand and weaving us through the crowd toward the skate rental booth. He was less familiar with Brooklyn than he was with the city. Prospect Park was big, and I didn’t want him to get lost—so I told my brain when it shouted for me to let go of him. Sure, he ran a successful company projected to double in size over the next five years. Yeah, maybe he did get himself to Brooklyn in the first place. Maybe it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out how to stay within the skating area, but I didn’t feel like having to search for him when it was time to go. And
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