They looked cheerfully edible. The attractively strange adjective combination drifted ponderously through his mind as he gazed curiously up at the Lady. A tentative hand stretched slowly, hovering between the baby pink button-ties and the lemony-yellow. He wondered if they tasted like sherbets. The tantalizing colorfulness of her attire rigorously shook up the overbearingly bland urban backdrop that shrouded her. Saliva drooled from his toothless orifice as the rich material was coupled with the rich flavors that poured incessantly into the archaic street, permeating every nook and cranny. He just didn’t understand why she looked so very sad.
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