Yellow,' said Bernard finally, breaking the silence.' Gesundheit?' I asked.' It's a name for one of the colors that's invisible to us. Yellow," said Bernard. "There could also be glow and novel and Replit."' Yes.' I nodded, stunned the kid could actually string together so many words at once. 'And, uh, don't forget the beautiful Glynn, the luminous dull off, or the subtle win ooze.' Bernard's face lit up. He stood and started pacing the room, speaking quickly. 'Or salty, and insomnia, and carefree, and talkative, and lonely, and burnt, and punctual.'' Some of my favorite colors,' I agreed, nodding. 'We could paint this room whisper. Or zigzag. Or maybe a nice shade of ignored and invisible.

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