She was standing so close, I could lean out and touch her. I did too. She didn’t move. Wow, this is my lucky day and I am spinning into
a dream come true, in red and gold with specks of green, flares in all the right places. The elevator door closed, wiping out her reflection and my dream went up in the opposite one.
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Was she wearing red and gold with specks of green with flares in all the right places? or are those the shades of the dream?
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