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| Love story Color of Happiness She was wearing her favorite color combination all day - orange and black. Both guys with green names cancelled her for that night. She desperately wanted to go out. She bought red nail polish and colored her lips in red. She changed into black with an elegant touch of white. She wanted to see the guy with a white name, but knew it was just a dream. She called her other friend with a white name and asked him to take her out. They went to a brown bar where life started to play her favorite serendipity game: she already knew both people her friend introduced her to. She caught the signal, and the good time started: pink Cosmopolitans, golden lights, sparkly people and white laughter. As they left the bar, the guy with a white name called. She looked at her watch: 1:30 AM. "Where are you?" - she asked. She told her friends with colorful names in a green car to drop her off on the corner of Green and Broome. Her maroon heart was bursting with blinding anticipation. Brown elevator took her to a dim cave, where he stood in white with his brown eyes. They made brilliant love in a metal setting, he called her "Sunshine" and her happiness didn't fall asleep until she did. Blue was his favorite color - hers was orange - and her name was blue. He raged her in the morning into a volcanic climax, and then made her beige coffee. They took a transparent shower and then he cooked a yellow omelet with greens. She walked home in the glistening air with a lemony sun, and ran into two old friends, both wearing orange. She smiled and tried to keep little balloons of happiness from flying away - hers in orange, his in blue. She fell asleep in her beige bed in his boxers of white and purple.
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