No AudioJake is sketching an old oak tree in the park, its twisted roots reminding him of his childhood. A golden retriever barrels toward his, nearly knocking her over, followed by its owner, David. As they laugh and apologize, David stares at his sketch. “I know that tree,” he says, puzzled. “I used to climb it as a kid.” Jake hesitates, but then something clicks—he remembers him.
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