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A girl walked out of the thrift store, Sporting a green leather pea coat. She was accosted by a budding socialite, Who complimented her garish green. "How dare you call it 'Green'!, Can't you see what this is?" The socialite-turned-desperate shook her head. "'Tis the colour of the trees after spring." "Green?" "No, silly. Beautiful." And thus a trend was set.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
The Trend-Setters
A girl walked out of the thrift store, Sporting a green leather pea coat. She was accosted by a budding socialite, Who complimented her garish green. "How dare you call it 'Green'!, Can't you see what this is?" The socialite-turned-desperate shook her head. "'Tis the colour of the trees after spring." "Green?" "No, silly. Beautiful." And thus a trend was set.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
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