I don't see why not. I don't think we need t-shirts or hats or anything, I used to make friendship bracelets when I was little... you know, with colored string and everything.
It's beautiful. [Cameron's forgotten about colors, because obviously this is a more important subject. For once today, her priorities aren't off.] Really really beautiful. I wanted to say thank you before but I haven't been able to find words.
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[And by pure luck, she remembers her own name.]
I really, really love you. You're my friend.
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[She's pleased again.]
Well that's nice. I love you too.
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[And her voice takes on a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.]
She cried.
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[Cameron is taking your side as a matter of reflex, this may be a sign of the apocalypse.]
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Because I told her green and purple clashed and there were no such things as green and purple dogs.
[It's not audible, but Angela's shrugging. Hey, she was eight years old.]
What's your favorite color?
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[And so on and so on and so on...]
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[Attention span, you no can has. She is thoughtful. She has remembered something Relevant, which is impressive under the circumstances.]
You drew my husband.
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[Somehow Angela manages to remember her color names, official and unofficial, even while stoned. She is a true artist.]
Yep. You needed more pictures of him.
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