Her hand on his shoulder brought Larry back to reality. "What color are my eyes?"
"Blue!" he barked out.
She sighed, "No... that's my bra color."
Larry blushed. "Red?"
"That's my blouse, hon." She shook her head. "You're fixated on my #chest." She crossed her arms which only compounded matters.
"Okay Brooklyn," He enunciated her name, "What color are mine?"
Without hesitation, "Gray."
He glanced down at his sweatpants, "Close enough." Hand-in-hand, they scampered into the bushes.
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