The orange orange
“I used to be disappointed that there were no words to describe my color. A lemon is yellow. It can be green at an early stage in development. I’ve seen some bleach to white. This variability used to make me jealous. But now I know that I define my color. The purity of my hue renders the human mind speechless. All they can do is refer to me as me.”
The optimist and the organ donor
The scared organ donor asked the optimist, "We're going to be all right, aren't we?"
Said the optimist, "Well, I am."
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