Sometimes, I play with Red.
Red likes it when we play together because Red likes me.
Red does not like Pink.
One day, Red told me that she was part pink.
I did not understand what she meant.
I asked her what am I made out of.
She told me she did not know.
But Red knows a lot of things.
Red told me I was special.
But I don't want to be special.
I want to be Pink.
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Short Story"Blue told me I was named Pink." "But I wanted to be named Blue."
