It's the brown, mostly. And the buttons and the braids. And the banana in my glove compartment for four days and that tulsi tea bag and the change of season fever and the shape of my trousers and the hole in my shirt and the wool between my ears and this leftover gooseflesh and this brick in my hand and the green around my middle finger and my idiotic memory and foolish bravado, my ambition, my listlessness, my recalcitrance and eagerness. It's really only those things.
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