Probably, considering how frantic he seemed about it...
[She nodded with a whisper. However, the man's voice let out a frustrated note as he continued]
Anyway, some punks wrote shit all over the playground the playground. Got to find and clean it up before someone's parents sees it and starts complaining. You can drop the reports off in the office, I'll take care of them later.
[Psyche gave Forrest a tug to the side as footsteps quickly approached and the door banged open. The man stomped out, muttering, "Stupid kids," under his breath, leaving them a clear view of the back in his wake - a small breakroom, with coats and bags hung up on the side, a larger map of the park with memos on sticky pads in the wall, and a petite woman carrying a considerable stack of papers down the left hall to the 'office'.]
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[She nodded with a whisper. However, the man's voice let out a frustrated note as he continued]
Anyway, some punks wrote shit all over the playground the playground. Got to find and clean it up before someone's parents sees it and starts complaining. You can drop the reports off in the office, I'll take care of them later.
[Psyche gave Forrest a tug to the side as footsteps quickly approached and the door banged open. The man stomped out, muttering, "Stupid kids," under his breath, leaving them a clear view of the back in his wake - a small breakroom, with coats and bags hung up on the side, a larger map of the park with memos on sticky pads in the wall, and a petite woman carrying a considerable stack of papers down the left hall to the 'office'.]