Opera - Rouge
In my younger youth, this color was sort of appalling for me. I did not fancy nails with decorations. I was not raised around it. Now I prefer to have black nails or some kind of warrior looking paint.
A friend of mine asked a teacher if he could see her bare feet. He told her no. As a curious adolescent, I looked down to see her feet. Her feet were pretty and she read polish on her toes. Since that day, I have been fond of the color red. My friend was pretty and from the pictures of today I can see her pretty smile, rosy cheeks, and covered chest showing two humble mountains. Her name was Amber Garcia.
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