When I was little I loved to paint— the brush was a plastic wand with a punk-rock haircut at its tip, while the colors sat like candies in their tray. If you wanted orange, you’d introduce red to yellow. If you wanted green, yellow would have an affair with blue. Like any kid who isn’t encouraged to question, I had been taught the meaning of colors— blue and pink, most of all. We all knew which one princesses wore. We all knew why I was given so many princesses to paint. But one day I wondered what would happen if I mixed the pink and the blue. One day I reached down to the level of curiosity,
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