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"
I
’
d
wager
you
did
.
"
"
So
what
did
you
do
last
night
?
"
I
asked
.
He
chuckled
.
"
Not
a
chance
.
It
’
s
my
day
to
ask
questions
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
’
s
right
.
What
do
you
want
to
know
?
"
My
forehead
creased
.
I
couldn
’
t
imagine
anything
about
me
that
could
be
in
any
way
interesting
to
him
.
"
What
’
s
your
favorite
color
?
"
he
asked
,
his
face
grave
.
I
rolled
my
eyes
.
"
It
changes
from
day
to
day
.
"
"
What
’
s
your
favorite
color
today
?
"
He
was
still
solemn
.
"
Probably
brown
.
"
I
tended
to
dress
according
to
my
mood
.
He
snorted
,
dropping
his
serious
expression
.
"
Brown
?
"
he
asked
skeptically
.
"
Sure
.
Brown
is
warm
.
I
miss
brown
.
Everything
that
’
s
supposed
to
be
brown
-
tree
trunks
,
rocks
,
dirt
-
is
all
covered
up
with
squashy
green
stuff
here
,
"
I
complained
.
