Dear Ultramarine 8200-120(***),
I know we haven't talked much. You've probably been nursing a small hatred for me as you sit amongst the pastels. I know you've watched your compatriots on the bottom row grow smaller while you languish-- unworn, unused and shamefully long. I know I'm the last person you'd want to help.
But I need you. And am willing to resort to bribery.
Maybe you'd like to have a little run? To be the star in a small monochromatic piece? Little Boy Blue, for example. Or, perhaps you'd like a change of scenery? I'd be willing to relocate you to a more reputable neighborhood. Next to the famed Raw Umber 8200-180(**)? Whatever you want.
Just please don't fail me now.
Love, Jessica.
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