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Dr. G.I. Boleid’s Psychoanalysis – Part 02

“So, what was that dance about?”

Central Park. A vast green oasis that sprawled out like a wiener in the middle of a hot dog that was Manhattan Island. It featured small hills, lakes, relaxing pathways, and even a quaint castle.

Exiting the mixed-use building of the Daily Road, they headed north, gazing at the Empire State Building to their left as they traversed the vast park on their way to the Upper West Side.

Kazuya pedaled his bike leisurely, with Nico jogging alongside.

Despite the winter season, the weather was pleasant. The park teemed with families, couples, and children frolicking among the trees. The laughter of working girls enjoying lunch in gazebos blended harmoniously with the twittering of birds. The sun cast its gentle rays on everything.

“Hmm, I wonder what it was.”

“You’re usually so serious, but sometimes you’re a mystery. Is it that Eastern mystique thing I hear about?”

“No, it’s not that.