Blue House

Not quite turquoise, not quite cerulean, not quite aquamarine, not quite royal, not quite electric, not quite indigo, not quite twilight, not quite lagoon, not quite river-under-clear-blue-sky, not quite sapphire, not quite toilet bowl cleaning solution, so you can just call me Grover.


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