Colette
The blazing contrast of red against gray glows in a mile-long ash on the end of her cigarette.
"You think too hard, Mack."
I shrugged.
A black cat colored gray in horizontal stripes by leaked sunlight through the half closed blinds ducked behind a potted plant. She reached a glass fingered hand up and brushed her short, asphalt hair back off of her forehead.
"I've always said that, you know I've always said that."
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