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A Broader Palette Chapter 3 -- A Dash of Sugar By Becky ([email protected]) Emily was thankful for a few minutes of peace when the phone office phone finally stopped ringing. She had papers to file and letters to mail and just wasn't getting any of that done with salesmen calling all day long trying to sell her everything from new long distance to photocopiers. In the midst of envelope stuffing, she spotted Stacy walking past. "Stacy!" she called out, startling the woman, who gave Emily a quizzical look. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" "Actually, I'm having dinner with Ralph at Le Cirque." "The Cirque?! But what about us? I thought we were going to go out." "Oh, Emmie... you KNOW I'd love to take you to the movies... really... it's just... well... why don't you ask your sister to take you. You'd be doing her a favor by dragging her out of this office. She really needs to get out more. Listen, I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow." "That girl has issues no matter which way you look at it, huh Emily?" Sarah called from her office. "What was with her? She wasn't like that last night." "Probably thinks you're a bit young for her. Frankly," Sarah added, looking over the top of her glasses at Emily, "I'm inclined to agree. Six years is a big difference." "What are you talking about?" "She's six years older than you, Em. As cute as you may be, you're just a baby to her. You're 21 years old again, and as she said, my little sister." Emily started to say that was impossible, but then thought better of it. "You didn't think our mom was going to teach a 27-year-old woman how to be a lady, did you? That would be silly! Come on, I'll take you home." "I can drive myself, thank you," Emily stated with an air of self-importance as she flipped her hair out of her face. "I AM still old enough to drive, aren't I?" "Sure, so long as you can see over the steering wheel, babe," Sarah teased. "I'd better go with you." "Humph," Emily snorted, not waiting for Sarah to lock up. *** "Where is my car?" Emily demanded. "I parked it right here!" She looked like she was about to lose it. In her black Lexus's reserved parking spot was a white BMW. "I was going to tell you, but you looked like you needed to see for yourself. With all the money you're spending on college, you couldn't afford a car." "College?! I've already been there... done that... and I WANT my car." "Emily, if you're so smart, you'll have no trouble breezing through college and you can earn your car back in no time. In the meantime, it's getting late, so can we go home? I'm starving." *** Twenty minutes later Sarah's Camry pulled up to a split- level house in the suburbs. "Okay, just follow my lead," Sarah instructed. "Everyone thinks you're my 21-year-old sister, so be sure to call my parents 'Mom and Dad.' Also, your three younger sisters are Karen, the only one who's taller than us, Lizzie, and Katie, the youngest. If you act out of character, they're just going to think something's wrong with you and you'll end up in a mental institution or something." "Hi Mom! We're home!" Sarah called out as she opened the door. Somewhere inside the house there was the sound of a pan clanging as it hit the ground. "Is that you, Sarah?" an unseen woman's voice asked. "My goodness! I don't think you've been home before 6 since you took that job. I'm glad to see you've finally come to your senses, if not for your own sake then for Emmie's." "Does EVERYone have to call me Emmie?" Emily grumbled under her breath. "Only those who think it's cute, EMMIE," Sarah replied mischievously. "Let's go upstairs before dinner." Sarah led her up a carpeted, oak bannistered staircase and down the hall to a medium-sized bedroom. There were posters and pictures on the walls, curtains on the windows and a bunk bed in the corner. "This is our room." "It's... cozy," Emily remarked. "Which bed's mine?" "You're on the bottom, 'cause Mom always worried you'd fall out of bed or something. You know, being the younger one and all." She winked and gently jabbed her sister in the ribs, then sighed as though they were in for a long first night. "This half of the closet is mine, and the other half is full of your stuff. If you see anything on my side you'd like to borrow, just ask." Emily surveyed the closet, noting that her side was considerably messier than Sarah's. There were several pairs of shoes and boots on the floor, along with a skirt or two, shirts and dresses of various sizes looking worn to various degrees, and on top of it all were shoeboxes upon shoeboxes that Emily suspected contained anything and everything but shoes. "Check this out," Sarah said, pointing to the ceiling. Emily looked up and saw nothing but white paint until the lights went out. Hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars dotted the ceiling. "You and I did this back in sixth grade. You should have seen dad's face when he saw we had covered the room in stickers. Mom loved it though. See that formation over in the corner?" "Is that the Big Dipper?" "Uh huh. You insisted that we save enough stars for that and that we put it somewhere you could see from the lower bunk." Emily could tell Sarah was smiling, even though the lights were off -- and somehow, she seemed to remember the story as Sarah told it to her. "So, if I'm the same age you were... and I'm your little sister, how old are you? Did you age yourself to 27?" Emily asked. "No, if I did that, Mom would have had me at age 13, and that would be just plain wrong. She was young enough as it was when she gave birth to twins on her 19th birthday, but she says she's never regretted it. You're my little sister by about 12 minutes." "Then how come you have my job if I'm still in college?" "Well, you know me," Sarah sighed, hanging up the jacket of her power suit. "I never did like waiting my turn for things. I just knew what I wanted in college and graduated a year early to go get it." "And what do I study?" "Who knows?" Emily watched uncomfortably as Sarah took off her skirt and swapped it for a pair of sweatpants, clearly unconcerned that her former boss was watching. "Last week it was astronomy or astrology -- I always get those two confused -- the month before it was criminal justice." She laughed good-naturedly, but turned around when her sister didn't laugh with her. "So the first thing I need to do is get some direction in my life," Emily mused. "DINNER'S READY," Mrs. Thomas called from downstairs. "Nope," said Sarah. "The first thing you need to do is eat dinner. Then you can worry about whatever you want." *** The dinner table proved to be an excellent showcase for Emily to learn about her new family. Mrs. Angela Thomas was a short, portly woman with wavy dirty-blonde hair, a rosy smile and a heart of gold. At 5'1", she was the only adult Emily had encountered whose eye level was below hers. She spent most of the evening fussing about the long days Sarah made her sister work. Mr. Edward Thomas, on the other hand, was a tall, thin, handsome man standing 5'11". His straight brown hair was always neatly parted along the same line and he was committed to his work at the ACLU, but nothing was more important to him than his family. "Well if Emily wants to get that new car, she has to work for it," he said. "It's good to see her pursuing a goal with some focus." Karen was the family's social butterfly. At 5'5", she was taller than her older sisters and was the only Thomas child with golden blonde hair. The 17-year-old seemed a veritable living Barbie doll, despite the fact that she was only of average height at school. She was a good student and seemed to participate in every sport in high school. If she wasn't playing or cheering from the field, she was cheering in the stands, and all the boys could be counted on to cheer to see her C cup bust jiggle in time with her cheers. Lizzie took every possible opportunity to point out that she preferred "Elizabeth." Twelve years old and 4'10" (and three-quarters of an inch, she would add) tall, her nose was forever buried in a book or glued to a computer screen. She was generally unconcerned with the state of her mousy brown hair and intentionally picked a nerdy, thick black- rimmed pair of glasses because "they tell the world I have a brain." She was mortified when Lisa Loeb popularized the look but refused to "compromise my principles" by allowing her parents to replace them with a more flattering pair. She shared a room with Karen for while, but the prom queen hopeful complained that the incessant glow of Lizzie's monitor or book light kept her up at night. Katie was thrilled to see her older sister exiled from Karen's room. By far the youngest in the Thomas clan, 7- year-old, 4'0" Katie could find something to admire in each family member, but she always felt closest to Lizzie. In her younger days she had been caught toddling around the house with Lizzie's glasses on her face or hammering away at her keyboard. More recently, she tried to dye her dirty- blonde hair brown with grape Kool Ade. Emily was quiet throughout dinner but commented that the meal was the best she could remember having in a long time, despite Mrs. Thomas's assurances that it was only her usual meat loaf. Later that night, after their parents had stopped by to kiss them good night, Sarah and Emily lay awake in bed. "You have a great family," gushed Emily. "I never really knew my parents. I lost them years ago." Sarah hung her head upside down from the top bunk to smile at Emily. "Welcome home, Sis." *** Early the next morning a ray of sunlight crept in between the curtains and danced across Emily's face, stirring her from her slumber. She walked to the window and parted the curtains with a sweep of her arm, flooding the room with a blinding light. "Em-MIE!" Sarah whined, visibly agitated as she rolled over in bed and pulled a pillow over her head. Emily looked out the window at the neighborhood. It was still early enough that the street was quiet, but closer to home a family of birds was wide awake in a nearby tree. The mother was trying to get her young ones to eat a worm, but they were so busy chirping away hysterically she couldn't seem to get the food into their mouths. Emily felt a hug from behind and some hair brush her ear as her sister rested her chin on her shoulder. "Big day today, Em," she said quietly. "Your first day of college." Emily strained her neck to give Sarah a questioning look. "That is to say, YOUR first day of college as Emily. Emily's in the midst of her fourth year, and pretty well established." She began to run her fingers gingerly through Emily's hair. "Mom and Dad may be more concerned with your academic performance than your hairstyle, but Tim Wilson would surely notice if there was a single hair out of place. And we can't have that!" "Are you saying... I have a--" "Devoted fan, admirer, whatever, who is practically your boyfriend. He would be if he could just find the courage to ask you out." "I am NOT gay, Sarah," Emily said defiantly. "Perfect, because he's a boy and you're a girl." "That's not what I meant," Emily fumed. "I'm a lesbian." "That's what you think. And why wouldn't you? Girls are very outwardly attractive. Finding something to like about a guy takes a little more effort. You have to dig a bit deeper -- sometimes a lot deeper -- to see past the bachelor facade." As she finished her sentence, Sarah slipped a hand down the front of Emily's pajama bottoms, causing her sister to shudder. She pulled her hand back and turned Emily around to look her in the eye. "Did that excite you?" Sarah asked incredulously. Emily nodded slowly, silently wondering whether she wanted her to do it again. Sarah looked off into space, as though deep in thought. "Hmm, I guess you ARE still attracted to girls. We'll have to work on that, won't we. In the meantime, if you're going to be attracting ANYone, you need to learn how to fix your hair." She took Emily's hand and started to pull her toward the door, but Emily hesitated, so Sarah squeezed her sister's butt and was promptly chased all the way to the bathroom. *** "I wasn't finished in there yet," Emily heard Karen complain through the door. Sarah silently mouthed the words *IGNORE HER* to Emily with an evil grin. "Hello?" Karen pounded on the door. "I wasn't finished putting on my makeup." The door opened just wide enough for Sarah to stick her head through. "We're busy," Sarah said, closing the door again. "I can't go to school like this!" Karen yelled with the intensity of one who has been sentenced to the electric chair. The door opened again and Sarah's face appeared. "Look, Miss Helen of Troy, I hardly think there's a guy at school who's going to not cream himself over you just because you're not wearing makeup." Then a wicked idea popped into her head. "Ask Emily, she'll tell you." Sarah threw the door open so Emily could see Karen in her towel from her vantage point on the toilet seat lid. "Doesn't she look fabulous, Emmie?" Emily tried to speak but choked on the words. "There. See? I think she just wet herself over the sight of you. Simply FAH-bulous." *** An hour later, Sarah was driving Emily to campus. She had talked Emily into a pair of jeans and a sweater, knowing it might be a while before the new girl was emotionally ready for skirts. "I feel like a dork," Emily pouted, wriggling her toes inside her white canvas Keds sneakers. "Do people really still wear these? I remember seeing them when I was in kindergarten... which was probably before you were even born." "You look fine. You could be a little sexier, but I think you're doing all right considering your comfort level." Sarah glanced over at her sister. She was wearing a black hairband that pulled her hair back from her scalp and allowed it to fan out a bit in the back, just brushing her shoulders. It was a kind of retro sixties style, but at least it was a style, and one that Emily could manage herself at that. "About tonight, are you feeling up to coming to the party? It's in an on-campus dorm, so I could just meet you there." Emily didn't answer. "There will be a lot of cute girls there. Maybe some lesbians..." "Okay, all right," Emily huffed. Sarah smiled. "This is going to be fun." *** The day went by rather slowly for Emily. It seemed there was always a guy staring at her boobs in every class, in every quad she crossed... even in the library. She made a mental note to wear sunglasses the next day to help her avoid making eye contact -- and maybe a thicker sweater to better hide her boobs. When she got to the dining hall at 5 p.m., she realized she had never been so happy to see Sarah's face. "I don't know how you do it," Emily said. "Do what? You mean this?" While still chewing her food, Sarah pointed a finger at Emily's sweater and it rewove itself into a halter-top. Taking another bite of her salad, Sarah raised an eyebrow at Emily. "No, the boob thing. How do you get through the day with guys staring at your boobs all day?" "I hate to break it to you, Em, but your boobs aren't all that big. They were hardly visible under that sweater too... that's why I'm lending you a halter for the party. Are you sure you won't change your mind on the skirt? A nice miniskirt would be quite flattering." "No," Emily said firmly. "And I'd appreciate it if you would stop doing that... at least for tonight." "If you say so... but I think you enjoy it. You wanted to wear that halter, but you were too embarrassed to ask for it." "They were staring at me," Emily whispered. "Every one of them!" "It just seems like everyone because you're not used to it. It's probably not as bad as you think it is. Just look at Karen... her boobs are much bigger than yours and she still maintains her sanity." "Yeah, but she pays for it in bathroom time." The two snickered at their sister's expense as they finished their dinner. *** Sarah led Emily into an elevator and down the hall to a room where a group of college students was clustered around a TV set. The sounds of a rock concert could be heard up and down the hall, apparently coming from the tiny Asian chick on stage. "Wow, who's that?" asked Emily. "Amy Komori," a girl seated on the floor answered without taking her eyes off the screen. "She's amazing," Emily gushed, earning her a questioning look from Sarah. "Yeah, I know," said the girl. "I have ALL of her albums." "So did you bring the beer?" asked a guy sitting on one of the beds. Sarah smiled and hoisted a backpack off her shoulder. She unzipped it to reveal over a dozen beer cans, but Emily could have sworn it looked empty at dinner. This time it was her turn to shoot at questioning look at her sister, who simply shrugged. "Sweet!" cried the guy on the bed. "Thanks, Sarah. I would have picked it up myself, but I've got another year before I turn 21." "Go mingle," Sarah whispered, turning the backpack over the small crowd that had assembled and pulling the 20-year-old guy into another room. Emily decided to focus on the cool chick with good taste in music. "Hey, I'm Emily," she said. The girl stood up and Emily found herself looking directly into her nose. "I'm Tracy," the girl said. "Nice to meet you." Emily felt a bit intimidated by Tracy's size -- as a guy, she had never dated taller girls, but she decided she would have to get used to it since most girls were taller than her. The two talked for a while and eventually Tracy invited Emily back to her room where she sat down on her bed and pulled out her Amy collection. Emily crawled onto the bed and looked over Tracy's shoulder to get a better look at the CD jewel cases. "She's SO hot," Tracy said. "Really?" "Oh yeah, everyone around here loves her. She's cool, she has an awesome voice, she's beautiful..." "You-- you think she's beautiful?" Emily stammered. She couldn't believe it. She thought Sarah was just kidding about lesbians at the party. "Well yeah, I mean, don't you think so?" Tracy turned around and unexpectedly came face to face with Emily, who decided to seize the awkward moment. Emily closed her eyes and slipped her tongue inside Tracy's mouth at the exact moment that the door swung open. Tracy pushed Emily away and sent her tumbling to the floor. Something swept over Emily... aside from the pain of hitting the ground, she felt disoriented. She looked up and saw Sarah and the 20-year-old guy in the doorway. "Lesbians!" he shouted. "Right on!" "We're not lesbians, dumbass," Tracy snapped, wiping her mouth. "Sarah's sister had too much to drink and the little freshman just couldn't hold her liquor." "Oh my God, are you all right?" Sarah asked, helping Emily to her feet. "Mom's going to kill me if she finds out I gave you beer. I'm really sorry about this." "It's all right," Tracy said. "I'm sure we all made asses of ourselves when we first came to college. It's a prerequisite for graduation." *** (To be continued in Chapter 4: "Smelling Salts")

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She had a thing about panache so the Audi A5 convertible had to have the top down even though the tropical sun threatened to boil the blood in her head and turn her eyeballs into aching migraine globes, unmitigated by the midnight-black sunglasses perched on her nose. A Mercedes SL or a Porsche 911 would have been ideal, of course, but if a humble Audi A5 was all that was available you had to compensate for it with a dash of panache; which meant that it had to be startlingly white, the top must...

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It was raining heavily by the time Greg Somerfield parked outside Mrs Hemsley’s house. He looked at the distance to the house and cursed himself for not having brought an umbrella or a raincoat. He would have to choose between getting thoroughly wet and making an undignified dash to her front door. Grabbing his briefcase, he decided to hell with dignity. He quickly got out of the car, went to lock the door but fumbled and dropped the keys on the road. They bounced and landed underneath the...

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Political Intrigue With a Dash of IncestChapter 2

“You wish?” she said, as I saw a smile come to her face for the first time since this thing started. “Since you’ve left ‘shitforbrains, ‘ are you keeping his name or what?” I asked. She laughed so hard at my moniker for her ex, she had to pull over. “Yeah, for now – it’s a lot of trouble changing your name back, so I guess I’m Elizabeth Mendenhall for the short term. Thanks again for coming to get me, Ken – I owe you one!” “More than one, I think, sis!” I said. Back in Springfield, it...

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Political Intrigue With a Dash of IncestChapter 3

“What did you just say?” Liz asked. “I asked you to marry me, that’s what?” I said, cumming inside her at that exact moment. “So, you think you can sink that bad boy inside me and just ask me to marry you?” “That’s called deflection, answer the question, Elizabeth?” I followed up. “Oh, god yes – I’ve loved you for so long, I couldn’t be happier even if I was filled to the brim with my brothers cum!” she said. “You are filled to the brim!” I said. “Couldn’t be happier – wanna go again,...

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Political Intrigue With a Dash of IncestChapter 4

It was at the next meeting; Jeff Graham’s true colors appeared. The semi-rotund, self-effacing likeable guy became a mean-spirited person. “So, Jeff we got the list of things we’re dealing with, what do you want to talk about first?” I asked. “First, David – You can get off your soap-box about reducing taxes, and giving a raise to the police and teachers. We don’t have the money to give any raises unless we up the city sales tax by at least 25%?” Jeff said. “My wife Elizabeth, looked over...

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Political Intrigue With a Dash of IncestChapter 5

The next morning, I went off to work at one of my consulting firms. My cell rang. “Hey honey, what’s up?” It was Liz. “You know that I gave you back all of those city ledgers a while back?” “Yeah, so?” “Well, I took pictures of the pages before I gave them back to you?” she said, sounding worried. “And?” “I found something really odd, when you come home later; I’ll explain it all OK?” she said confidently. “I love you!” I said. “I love you more, Davey!” she said sounding...

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Political Intrigue With a Dash of IncestChapter 6

I went to one of my consultants for the day and the next couple of weeks went by without too much consternation. About a month later, at our day-before meeting, I brought up a new subject to Jeff. “Jennie Lee tells me that you are her Uncle!” I disclosed. “Yeah, I am – So what?” he responded curtly. “Whoa there, Jeff, I’m just trying to get to know you a little better, you don’t have to cut my head off?” I replied. “Sorry, David – Daniel, her father was a real SOB, including slapping her...

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Political Intrigue With a Dash of IncestChapter 7

We met Jeff and his wife, Mary, who looked suspiciously like an older version of Jennie Lee, except a brunette, at the Sizzler Restaurant. During the course of the dinner, Lizzie accidentally knocked Mary’s plastic tumbler off the table, necessitating a new one. As surreptitiously as possible, Liz grabbed the tumbler, and placed it into her oversized purse. I’ve had her take that purse with us before to restaurants, so we could fill it with the bread you get, to save some money at home. That...

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Living a CAP Based PresentChapter 61 Arrival at Gee One Dash Six Five Nine

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Gia grinned, leaning back in the seat she had just occupied, her Armani handbag close beside her heeled foot, a couple of her fingers drumming idly on the table as she shrugged amicably, glancing around the cafe, trying to spot someone. “Because it’ll be fun, you shouldn’t be so stuck up you know Lacy, though, I have to say, it’s cute when you get all blushy.” Gia laughed lightly as she once again focused her attention on the girl, her Italian accent rich in its honied warmth, her words...

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sweet as sugar

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Hi guys, my name is Paul. I am 28 years old and this incident happened last summer. I belong to Andhra Pradesh and have been staying in Pune for many years. This incident happened while I was in Hyderabad on an office trip. The office meeting was over by Friday and I thought of enjoying my weekend in Hyderabad by experiencing the culture and cuisine over there. The whole day went well on Saturday. By evening I was exhausted of so much traveling around and by 9 pm I decided to return to my hotel...

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'Can you help me?' he heard her say, her voice slightly feeble.Turning in the direction of the voice, John peered deep into the darkness of the car park entrance, but could see nothing but the shadows of the plant-life that lined it.'Please can you help me.' the voice said again.John took a few steps forward and then paused. There had been a spate of robberies recently within the area, and thinking he might be being lured into a trap, he glanced around listening. But he could see no one else,...

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As June Halstrom sat at her kitchen table drinking her morning cup steaming hot black coffee, she thought, "God, I wish I could just sit here all day!" It was cold outside, about twenty degrees, and June involuntarily pulled her terry cloth bathrobe tighter around her body. She had a lot of errands to run today, and the day wasn't getting any shorter! Her reverie was broken by the ringing the kitchen phone, and after answering it, it was her neighbor Bev who wanted to come over for a quick...

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The wind pushed the curtains. Dust swirled in the morning light. She snored, lightly. It sounded sweet. Endearing.My head hurt. Clobbered my brain into submission. Sticky eyelids fighting to open and close. “Make up your mind, mind. Is this day about to start?” Sundays can be in limbo. “Fuck. Coffee.” She muttered in a somewhat hoarse voice, lovely shutters still closed. “Look at that face. Deceiving innocence. I should’ve known better.”  I hoisted my body out of bed, scratched my left buttock....

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Kim Kardashian banged by Ray J his friendsInterrac

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Earl Grey and two sugars

No vehicles had gone by in either direction for over 45 minutes. The sun was starting to go behind the hills and I was thirsty. I got out my stove collected water from the creek near by and started a brew of Earl Grey with two sugars. The water was just starting to bubble when a car pulled up, a rather fine lady in her late forties got out and came round to stand in front of me and said “Well you look like you’ve given up trying for a lift. Tell you what, you make me a cup of tea, I might make...

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We went to the bedroom and the bed was ready with pillows for the fireworks, what our ANR love would bring to us. I was no longer an ANR virgin so I was confident. Olga said, "If you want I could give you oral sex first, because my breast isn't yet full of milk and you'll be able to build up your own fluid." I told her, "I like that idea." "I gave you pineapple for lunch so your sperm will be very tasty for me. It's like what happens to my breast milk when I eat chili." My cock...

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Dots and Dashes of ColorChapter 2

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Dots and Dashes of ColorChapter 5

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Dots and Dashes of ColorChapter 6

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