Gimme some random plots, like cheesy plots, one paragraph.

Ryan Thomas was thinking about Addy Randall again. Addy was a friendly friend with ruddy fingers and grubby mo les.

Ryan walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved friendly Florida with its horrible, hot houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel calm.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a friendly figure of Addy Randall.

Ryan gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a loving, cute, cocoa drinker with grubby fingers and wide moles. His friends saw him as an afraid, alive animal. Once, he had even helped an average dis abled person cross the road.

But not even a loving person who had once helped an average disabled person cross the road, was prepared for what Addy had in store today.

The sleet rained like smiling foxes, making Ryan healthy. Ryan grabbed a tiny record that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Ryan stepped outside and Addy came closer, he could see the cooperative glint in her eye.

Addy gazed with the affection of 4226 peculiar old-fashioned ostriches. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want be boy friend and girl  friend."

Ryan looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the tiny record. "Addy, you're my bets friend," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two great, glorious giraffes eating at a very down to earth Valentine's meal, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two gracious uncles walking to the beat.

Ryan regarded Addy's ruddy fingers and grubby moles. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ryan with a delighted grin.

Addy looked sparkly, her emotions blushing like a blue-eyed, brief blade.

Then Addy came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

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