Can you tell what I’m thinking? I’m trying on a new pair of pointy plastic pumps. They’re gold, the kinda gold that packs of thirty cigarettes used to have inside them. I wanted the futuristic silver ones instead but they were out of size fives.
It’s about a week and half later, I suspect it’s the wilting moth orchid that’s making me sneeze and it’s just about time that I get back to the question at hand.
“It’s the most arresting hue of pink. A terrifying luminous fish.”
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