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Leo was thinking about Angela again.
Angela was a brave angel with a charming face.
Leo walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings.
He had always loved pretty New York with its big, green parks.
It was a place that encouraged him to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone.
It was the beautiful figure of Angela.
Leo gulped. He glanced at his own reflection.
He was a kind, proud, bean juice drinker.
His friends saw him as a brave, saint worthy man. Once, he had even brought a baby flamingo back from the brink of death.
But not even a kind person who had once brought a baby flamingo back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Angela had in store today.
The sun shone, making Leo relaxed.
As Leo stepped outside and Angela came closer, he could see the shallow glint in her eye.
Angela gazed with the affection of 8683 intelligent kaleidoscopic koalas.
She said, in hushed tones, "I really like you and I want the truth."
Leo looked back, now looking nervous.
"I have a crush on you," he mumbled.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two fresh foxes talking at a 2 person party, which had piano music playing in the background.
Leo took Angela's soft hands. "I like you too!" revealed Leo more confidently with a delighted grin.
Angela looked active, her emotions blushing.
Then Angela came inside for a nice drink of bean juice.