...on the surprisingly comfortable chair in the Grape Queen's waiting room. Camile was flabbergasted at how purple the room was. She never imagined anything could ever be so purple. The walls, carpet, the plush cushion and the plastic frame of the chair, the pens, desk, ceiling; all purple. There was something mysterious about it, she thought. Although she felt intoxicated and even slightly nauseated, the purple assualted and consumed her with a certain peculiar warmth that gave her a powerful feeling of nostalgia, although she couldn't quite explain where that it came from or why she felt it.
"All 7 and we�ll watch them fall, they stand in the way of love and we will smoke them all, with an intellect. and a savoir-faire..." Camile listened to the song playing softly from the purple ceiling-speaker above her. She squinted her eyes and leaned her ear up, to get a better listen - because she really thought she knew that song. What is that? she thought. I know this song. No...it couldn't be. When a soft voice interrupted the song and called her in to see the Grape Queen. As she walked through a door that opened for her, she instantly remembered.
Prince! This was too much for Camile, and she laughed a little to herself.
She walked down a long hallway which led to the Queen's chambers...
"All 7 and we�ll watch them fall, they stand in the way of love and we will smoke them all, with an intellect. and a savoir-faire..." Camile listened to the song playing softly from the purple ceiling-speaker above her. She squinted her eyes and leaned her ear up, to get a better listen - because she really thought she knew that song. What is that? she thought. I know this song. No...it couldn't be. When a soft voice interrupted the song and called her in to see the Grape Queen. As she walked through a door that opened for her, she instantly remembered.
Prince! This was too much for Camile, and she laughed a little to herself.
She walked down a long hallway which led to the Queen's chambers...
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