Kon was drawing Savannah a picture. He'd told her he'd draw her something once upon a time, but he couldn't figure out what to draw. He still couldn't figure out what to draw, so he was just doodling a little. There were a slew of papers spread out along the desk. This paper was a drawing of the jukebox. That paper was a rather crude attempt
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"Oh!" she gasped when the effect was immediate. It was her thought, not her touch, not that she could tell the difference when it happened all at once. Red. Blue. Yellow. Just like the crayons, except it was Kon himself.
"Oh!" she gasped again. "I'm so sorry, Kon!"
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"Nothing?" she said, but lying didn't suit her. "Oh...I'm sorry. I'm, there something...Oh!"
What colors.
"I've changed you. You're...You should go look in a mirror."
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"I shouldn't be in here, Kon," she said, unable to see anything but the curve of her belly and the tile floor.
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"What...?"
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"You're so...bright," she said, at a loss for any other words.
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She laughed and took a step back, then another. Savannah's impulse was to run out of the men's room, quick as could be...but she didn't really run so much as waddle real fast so instead she simply kept backing up.
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