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"Are you green?" I asked her.
I must have asked a thousand people the same question.
Before that, I just took it for granted that,
if their skin was green,
they were green.
Then one day, I saw someone get cut who I thought was green,
and red came out of them.
Yes, they were green on the outside, but in truth they were red.
After that, I started asking people, to be sure.
Many people said, "yes," so I knew I wasn't alone.
But, sometimes, people I used to respect would say something stupid like,
"Well, yes, on the outside I am."
And I knew that meant they were really red. Dirty liars.
"Yes," she said, like she meant of course.
I was glad, 'cause I really liked her.
I told her good, I was glad she wasn't another liar
that was really red inside.
She laughed and said to let her know if I ever cut myself.
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