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Walking The Block With Nina

Nina asked me how Donna’s visit had gone, curious about the progress we’d made during the organizing session.
I described in detail the neat labels, the careful measurements, and our plan to dedicate a weekend to a full cleanup. We slowed near the park and watched a vendor set up a smoothie cart, exchanging observations about the neighborhood’s morning rhythm. Nina asked if having extra hands made the work less tedious, and I admitted that it always did, reminding her of the donation pickup scheduled for Saturday and how much easier it would make the process.
We circled the block twice, counting joggers and cyclists passing the corner stop sign, enjoying the crisp morning air.