Red told me Green was smart.
Red told me she did not need Pink in her life because she had me as a friend.
Red likes Green.
Green likes Red.
I asked Red why we were in school.
Red told me that Green said this was not school.
I asked Red what Green meant.
Red told me we were in a hospital.
I told Red I was not sick.
Red told me I was special, we were special.
I do not believe Red.
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Short Story"Blue told me I was named Pink." "But I wanted to be named Blue."
