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Bands of color sheeted down before her eyes. No idea - no idea - no idea - she exclaimed, and the shadow around her expanded. It left her stupefied, and she endeavored to regain her sense of self and fashion. Orange and tan were her colors this winter. The shadow enwreathed the purse, her shoes, all of her various appendages until she was stripped to her essential self. Still no idea! "I have an idea for you," Raoul said, ent'ring the room in a canter, tape measure wrapped tightly around his thighs. "Why don't you take the day off? You could make it all better with a nice ORANGE MOCHA FRAPPACCHINO!" Full of himself, he slung the tape measure around her waist, marking the point where the angel wings would attach. 'You already have the day off - what am I thinking!' It's heaven!