The same color stained the paper as Marilyn wore for her blouse. And the poster paint didn't really even show up. It was kind of... Reddish. Rusty, except darker, and less brown. She didn't have a word for it. Just dark red, but not red like blood. Red like some stars could be, on days when the atmosphere was a little thicker, a little closer to earth.
Red, Marilyn thought, and smudged two more fingerfuls of the paint on herself; no one even noticed.
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