Sometimes, I play with Blue.
Blue likes it when we play together because Blue likes my company.
Blue does not like Green.
One day, Blue told me that he was part green.
I did not understand what he meant.
I asked him what am I made out of.
He told me he did not know.
Green knows everything.
So I asked Green and Green told me I was special.
But I don't want to be special.
I want to be Red.
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Short Story"Blue told me I was named Pink." "But I wanted to be named Blue."
