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He couldn't fathom what Shiro had been thinking. Green. Pea green? Lime green? No: there was no such green in nature. Yellow. Acid yellow. And a sober purple that somehow made the rest of it worse.
It wasn't even a very good umbrella. It turned inside out in the slightest breeze, and even in its intended shape it was too flat to keep the rain off, and too wide to carry down the street without imperilling the eyes and headgear of passers by.
Not that this stopped him. He took the rain and curses. Shiro had made it for him.

Lillian Fri 26 Dec 2014 12:47AM UTC
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elstaplador Fri 26 Dec 2014 10:45AM UTC
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