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Angelo walked out to the forest, tired. He had been trying to stay out of the traps and attacks from his sibilings. He liked the forest. Maybe it was because there were so many strategys you could do in it or maybe it was because he just loved the quiet. He found a nice mossy place and plopped down in it with his back leaning on a tree. " My mom is kind of a slut. " He thought outloud as he pulled his popsicle out of his mouth. He wiggled around trying to get into a more natural position. About 15 minutes later he had finished his popsicle and started throwing the stick in the air and catching it when it came back down. He yawned as he fell asleep.