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CrayonI roll the crayon between my fingers, snorting as the name comes into view again.
I kinda feel bad for the crayon, honestly. It even resembles the skin color of a hairless bear. The more I think about it, the more disturbing it seems that it's gross shade of red is why it's named what it is.
With a sigh, I lean against the wall of the hall and slide down it. Nothing much to do now but wait.
I loll my head to the side, regarding the five-year-old with complete boredom. "What?"
"That's my crayon. I want it back." She pauses. "I mean, I would like it back, please."
A proper little princess in training, hmm?
"Well, how do I know it's yours?" I ask.
"Because it's missing from my box. See?"
Luck kid. Who doesn't want the one-twenty set at her age? Hell, I'm eighteen and I'm still jealous.
"You could have taken that one out just to convince me you need a new one."
"Why would I do that? It's an ugly color. I only want it 'cause I need it."
"None of your