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Carte Blanche - Nash Summers

I had no idea what he was always smiling about. Devin must've seen the world in a different light than I did. Where I saw vast expanses of nothing but whiteness and dull comparisons of reality, Devin saw things in the brightest forms of Technicolor, and constantly acted as if he'd basked in it's glow during his sleep. I wanted more of his color to rub off on me. I wanted more of his smiles.