She lived in a cream colored world. The walls were cream. The blankets she lay on were cream. Her clothes were cream. Her hair was cream. She went for walks on cream colored paths under a creamy sky filled with light the color of cream. Her diet was creamed cheese and ice cream, with cream soda washing it down. If she smiled at you it was a smile of pearly cream. But she had a secret she shared with no one, though you could almost guess, if you looked at her long enough. Her favorite color was red.

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