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  • 'No,' he said. 'There will be no more blue Tuesdays, and Fridays shall always be turquoise, but Wednesdays--Wednesdays shall remain mauve.'

    'Oh,' you responded. 'I thought seashells were to be horizontal, yet if Fridays are turquoise, how can that remain so?'

    He sighed, as he always did. 'How should I know, how should I know? I'm your hallucination. What, you think people usually walk around with trees growing from their shoulders?'

    Embarrassed, you retort 'How should I know, how should I know? You're nothing new to me.'
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