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Honestly I'm on the edge of my seat. I will not be the least surprised if, back at the Apollo Theater, it is revealed that Red is the Oppenheimer of Soul, and the world ends in a brilliant flash.

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Dear Mr. Troy Ford,

Thanks to you I am now struggling to get my mind around “The Barbie of Soul.”

That is all,

Adam

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Amy Winehouse?

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😝 I haven’t seen it yet, but if Barbie gets an Amy Winehouse tattoo it’s drinks for the whole bar on me. Same deal with Oppenheimer.

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It's the new relationship litmus test, they're saying... I have even less chance of being taken to see Barbie than Meg 2 🤣

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This is exquisitely written! "He mowed. She stared. He danced." I felt like I was sat in that window myself, heart close to bursting. Thank you for the images you paint, Adam...what a joy.

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I DID NOT EXPECT TO CRY IN THIS CHAPTER! Goddammit! Grandma Red, I want to read an entire book about her. Or bring her back in one of your 100 stories? Going to go upstairs to my closet now, hold an old scarf to my cheek and see if she’s there.

Crying subsided after returning to this perfect phrase: brown that stubbornly resisted adjectives. 😂

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Brilliant ☑️

Hilarious ☑️

“Inadvisably deep yellow” hitting a bit too close to my front yard ☑️

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Haha!

Don’t stop there! You’re just getting started with lawn color palettes 🎨.

If you keep going there’s a dirt and gravel layer. I know this to be true because I struggled with the height setting lever on the right rear wheel. Horrible little contraption.

The End

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A few places are already looking like a Barenaked Ladies album cover....

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"a brown that stubbornly resisted adjectives". hahaha great line

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