“Question.” he said as he walked into the kitchen and placed his book on the counter beside me.

“Answer, hopefully.” I smiled and turned away from my laptop screen. My brother leaned against the counter.

“What color am I?”

“What?” I laughed.

“You said you associate some people with colors and weird stuff like that. So, what am I?”

“An idiot.”

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