Red calls me Green because Red knows I am Green.
Red is right.
I am Green.
Red tells me I should stay the same.
But I know I am Green and not anything else.
I know I am Green because that is who I am.
Red asks me how I can tell that I am not anything else and just Green.
Because I do not feel anything else.
Nothing of me is anything else.
Everything is Green.
I only feel Green.
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