Even more pink.

"Air bench or something."

"Do you bench the air?

"Usually benched only when needed in the air"

"That's how much technology you need."

"Isn't it the inventor who does something about it?

"Ugh, yes..."

"Are you done, surrendering?

My eyes are so fast. I'm looking everywhere.

No, you're considering it. It's called reflection.

I watched the pigeons dancing in the blue sky.

Maricana, if it's air, I can't see it. It's Danger.

"Colour it"

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