Well, Diary, I couldn’t leave Flamingo just dawdling in my house. What kind of hostess would I be?

"These are brilliant. Did you take these?" Flamingo asked me, looking up at a set of pictures I’d taken back in my old town.

"Yes," I blushed. "There was a time when I wanted to be a photographer. But, now I’m not so sure. I don’t think that’s where my path leads."

"Why not?"

"I want to experience the world and all it has to offer through my own eyes. Not through a camera lense."

And I couldn’t help it, Diary… I kissed him! The way he was staring at me with those strawberry-dew eyes…

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