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Ideal

She was sitting on a bench, reading.

He approached her with his hands at his sides.

She smiled without looking up.

He took a deep breath and greeted her.

She nodded and brought up something of mutual interest.

He chuckled and tried to sound clever.

She giggled and unintentionally sounded clever.

He suddenly asked a question.

She smiled wide and answered affirmatively.

He sat down next to her and asked what she was reading.

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