"She'd've folded, if he'd've pushed." But he wouldn't. She was normally better at recognizing that, but she'd been too much of a bulldozer for that one event, she knew then and knows now.
She shakes her head.
"What weren't my colors?" She sighs. "Red and gold and blue. Or pink and champagne and charcoal. Or coral and turquoise and sand. Or wine and silver and coffee. I had a section for each season."
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Date: 2025-02-07 03:16 am (UTC)She shakes her head.
"What weren't my colors?" She sighs. "Red and gold and blue. Or pink and champagne and charcoal. Or coral and turquoise and sand. Or wine and silver and coffee. I had a section for each season."