It was daylight when Ты woke up in Your ditch. Ты looked up at Your sky. That, that made Blue be your color. Ты had your нож there with you, too. When Ты stood up, there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. Ты wiped them on Your grass. So now your color was Green. Oh, Lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this? Ты were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when Ты stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt Ты when Ты woke up like this. Ты crawled up out of Your ditch onto Your gravel road. Ты began to walk, waiting for...
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