Yellow
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It's never too late to go back.
~ A/N ~
This is a story I wrote for English class, and I thought it was acceptable.
Enjoy.
~ Credits ~ Inspired by the short story Yellow is a Happy Colour, by @Gingersinjumpers (can't fricking italicizes in description damn it. Now my really short bibliography is all wrong).
~ Ivory
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