And now the others in this class – all older than me, some as old as thirty – also weren’t admitting it. Even then, even though there were more colours than the acceptable three in the sky – blue (the day sky), black (the night sky) and white (clouds) – that evening still I kept my mouth shut. Not even the week before when I experienced my first sunset with maybe-boyfriend did I admit it. Of course we knew really that the sky could be more than blue, two more, but why should any of us admit to that? I myself have never admitted it.
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