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Thrøugh, French, Spanish, Italian

I'm sørry

  na rain, said Tyler.

Josh nods slowly.

"It 's like ..." Tyler paused, searching for the word.

"For fruit and vegetables," says Josh.

"Exactly," he said Tyler nodded.

"Almost like ..." Josh frowned, "Red? Maybe?"

- Above all, says Tyler. - With a touch of orange.

- Orange, that's all. Josh Tyler tip. - Yes, I always forget.

"There are many things that are orange, however," Tyler said with a frown.

"It is not where I come from," said Josh dark. All blue-black color is there.

Tyler slap. "I can not imagine that."

"No," Josh said firmly. He shakes his head. "Do not even try it."

Tyler shuddered a bit '. - Believe me, I do not.

Josh nodded. "Good." He sits down abruptly, tilting her head.

- My mother is? Tyler request. Josh nodded, rising.

"Short stay, yes?" Josh asked as he closed the closet door.

"Okay," said Tyler empty room.

There is a soft knock at the door before her mother pique your head.

- What are you doing, Tyler? Tyler's mother asked, looking up.

"Talking to Josh," said Tyler. I immediately regretted saying anything.

"Tyler," said the mother with a sigh. "Josh is not real, remember?

"Well, Mom," Tyler said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry."

"Tyler, I ..." Her mother paused, looking uncertain. "Do not apologize, all right? Is that Josh did not exist."

"Okay," said Tyler, hoping to let Josh could return.

The mother looks at him, something yellow-blue-red in his eyes. They forget what they call the others. Josh would know.

"Tyler, you have an appointment tomorrow, remember?" Tyler's mother, said. - With Dr. Paulson.

many markers Dr. Paulson, a chess board, and the liberal use of a drawer full of candy Tyler not to tell anyone of the times when everyone knew of metal and soap and candle wax dipped in magenta.

"Okay," she said Tyler nodded.

The mother bites her lip. "All right, Tyler," she said. "Do not forget to eat, right?"

"All right," echoed Tyler has been done, and the door closes.

Josh immediately opens the closet door.

- Dr. Paulson said with a tone of disgust.

- Why do not you like? Tyler asked as she watched Josh Tyler sit in the library.

"It seems so ..." Josh bit his lip, searching for words. "I'd say purple-green, but I'm missing something, is not it?"

"Rose," said Tyler immediately.

- Yes, Josh said. He makes a face. "I do not like when you go there."

- Do you want me to Dr. Craig? Tyler offers.

Josh copy of what best you can, while perched precariously on a shelf.

"No!" Josh exclaims. - No, no, never!

"I was joking," Tyler said as he turned on his bed

"A joke," Josh whispered, sounding irritated. "It's not a joke, right?"

"Okay," Tyler suddenly remembered his conversations with his mother, he said. The sound of butter spread on toast, bland and purple.

"No, seriously," said Josh, jumping from the library so you can grab the hand of Tyler. "No joke about it. It 'been ... wrong."

"It 'was," permits Tyler and Josh pressed his lips on Tyler's hand.

"Please do not joke about it, Tyler," Josh whispered.

And Tyler is so happy with the way in which forms the mouth of his name Josh accepts automatically.