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While he is walking, something catches his eye. A bright glint of orange. Leo turns around. And there it is.
A beautiful, bright, sparkly traffic cone. Fresh off the assembly line. Its perfect curves not hurt by age.
Its perfect color unheart by nature. Leo Felt a surge of love, and ran to the traffic cone. He was in the
middle of a busy highway. People started honking at him. But he cared not. Leo riped off his pants, and whipped
out his massive, bulginb ♥♥♥♥. With a mighty roar (or in his case, a whimper) he shoved his ♥♥♥♥ right up the
bottom of the traffic cone.