“The Jeep? Oh, nothing,’” he laughed. “Just that it’s such a pretty color is all.”
“You don’t like yellow?” I asked.
“Yellow’s a pretty color for a flower.”
I slowly began to turn the cheap plastic carousel of aluminum key chains by the cash register. “Yellow’s also the color of infection oozing from a man’s open skull after he’s been beaten and left for dead in the middle of the desert.” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. “But hey, if yellow makes you think of pretty flowers, well, to each their own I guess.”"
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