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Blue was her favorite color like his monday shirt every morning she glided through the stairwell down the alleyway by the riverside one glance and in her head she felt the blue confetti scatter and waft around her the feeling was blue and magical
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
Blue
Blue was her favorite color like his monday shirt every morning she glided through the stairwell down the alleyway by the riverside one glance and in her head she felt the blue confetti scatter and waft around her the feeling was blue and magical
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
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