Monitoring His Daughter
He was dressed up and stood across the street near a bus stop, wearing a cap and sunglasses. Nobody suspected anything because he appeared to be doing nothing except waiting for the bus. He looked through the playground’s metal fence and saw his daughter swinging on the swing.
Monitoring His Daughter
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Happy On The Swing
She was giggling and having fun while being pushed by a girl a little taller than her. The girl had long brown hair like his daughter, although she was older. Because she was standing with her back to him, he couldn’t see her face, but he was positive she wasn’t Clara.
Happy On The Swing