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chloe and i went to central park today. we stood under a big, blooming tree, and i took my eyes off her for a bit to observe a crew of models in a photo shoot. they wore such nice clothes. fur, leather, red soles, lots of shine, such long thin legs. 

when i reverted my gaze to chloe, there she was lying on her back, on the grass, smiling up at the tree and its delicate flowers. i was surprised -- a minute ago she had been standing. i guess she had figured out the best way to make herself comfortable. when i laid down next to her, she turned to me and smiled. "There you are," i said. "Look, tree."  

"dee."

i said Sky, and she pointed at the blue.