Chapter || Eleven

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"Hello?"

"Sorry about that. Something had came up."

"It's okay."

"Where were we?"

"It's your turn to start talking."

"No no no. Let's talk more about your crush."

"My paint is finished so my turn is over. Now start talking. Tell me about you. Who's your celebrity crush?"

"Nia Long. She's does things to my soul."

"She is really pretty . . . So you like girls of color."

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"Uh . . . a question I think."

"I guess. I don't really look at skin color when I'm attracted to a girl."

"Hm."

"Hm what?"

"Nothing. What's your favorite color?"

"The color of kale."

"The color of - why didn't you just say green?"

"I wanted you to visualize the color. Did you paint kale?"

"Haha, no but I am using green."

"Kale green?"

"Yes, kale green. What color are your eyes, MG?"

"Hold on a sec while I look."

"Are you serious?"

"No, I'm kidding. They're brown like . . . I don't know, like chocolate pudding I guess. What about yours?"

"They're brown too. Kind of like a honey brown."

"They sound beautiful, Runner. They must match your voice."

"Are you giving me a compliment, MG?"

"I am."

"Well, thank you. Your eyes are probably as nice as your voice too."

" . . . . "

"Hello?"

"How's your painting coming along? Did you paint a pudding cup?"

"Haha, no but I got some brown going on, don't worry. So what do you do, MG? Are you in college?"

"Um . . . no. I took a turn and tried out for some acting."

"Did you get anything good? Anything I would know?"

"I hope not but I have to go. I'll call you later."

"Okay. Bye."

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