He talked to it, and loved it. He always wanted to learn more about it. Whenever he brought it with him to school, every teacher got mad at him, and his friends got scared because they thought it could hurt them. It looked scary. Its oldness, and color were the main factors for it to be marginalized by other people. However he never minded what other people thought. He was going to take care of it, and try to learn its secrets. Its awful smell was the first thing to reason out for him. The smell was always there; he didn't mind carrying it wherever he went with its terrible smell. He also wanted to figure out the reason of its color. Some people said it was colorless, but he believed that it had a color; it had a color that could make everyone believe that it was harmless.
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