yELLOw.

they say you never forget your first love,
but you stole that memory from me.

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Shih's Neat Cards made me cry.
Like, actual salt tears emerging from the duct in my eye.
I'm not sure if I was so much upset as I was crying from the ludricrousness of the entire situation.
I was working on reproducing an Ephie card. It was unnervingly time-consuming, not only to recreate one of them, but eight. Time and time again I thought I had completed one, only to realize that a chunk was missing.
Anyhow. The trauma: I think on the second or third card, I realized that I had not only done one of the insides upside down, but that the previous "finished product!" was, in fact, incomplete. I began to whine to myself, and the more I thought about it, the more distressed I became. I then crawled into the nearest corner, which was beneath the miniature pool table, curled into fetal position, and proceeded to whimper pathetically. Nandita came over, looked at me, and began to laugh. I considered my position and, upon reflection about the absurdity of the whole situation, I began to laugh as well. My own laughter, however, was not so much amusement as agony, because I sorely also wished to cry. So cry I did. Not a sobbing sort of cry, but that in-between laughter after a bout of frustration when you've lost all hope for your cause.
Aye.

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all the world in black and white,
but you see through rose-colored glasses.