a lil girl and her camera v. i

i decided to start a mini series about a lil girl and her camera and the miracle it does for her. hopefully, you'll love it! because i certainly do!

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black and white. the plane i'm in. i'm in the black and white plane. i'm black and white, everything is. my friend, mary, i see her at the fruit stand. the elegant fruit stand with fair written across the top. fair, such a lovely thing. that is the fair stand, everything is fair there. whom gets there first, they shall be first in line. i rush over to the listen stand and get a communicator and press the number, 9, which has mary written on the list for the line.
it takes a few minutes for the fumes to run out. and i can hear her clearly. she whispers to me, 19-9-2-27-b which is code for, give me a second a place the communicator back on the hook and pay the five-cent fee. she walks over to me and places her communicator back on the hook and pays a fee of twenty-five cents. she just used up a lot of money just with the communicator, and i did the same. 
she has a basket full of fruit. spiky, smooth and gritty fruits. we call the spiky fruits dragon the smooth fruits, flower and the gritty fruits, sand. here, on this plane, we talk with all sorts of codes for colors, textures and features. we also use a certain code for communicators. like the one she used, that's the first edition code that only we use. 
we walk down the muggy streets, my hat bringing in moisture. i take off my sweater and tie it to my waist. i hear the money clanking against my legs in my jeans. i stick my hand in and feel around. i've still got a whole dollar fifty! we look through the stands, trying to find something gorgeous, exquisite, something, unusual. 
then, i see it. some type of other color, unknown to man kind. it is painted delicately on some type of box thing with a couple different buttons. i see the on button and press it. a cylinder pops out further with a silly noise. i press the big button on top and it makes a kc-ch-sh sound. i run to the stand owner of this object. the stand is called aspiration and unusual word meaning a desire, and i do have a desire for that camera.  i tap his shoulder and ask, "excuse me, sir, what is that bright colored box type thing that makes a kc-ch-sh sound when you push the big button on top? sir." he grins at me and answers, in italian, which, i spoke in because of aspiration written like s. aspirazione; respiro. "Si tratta di una telecamera, che consente di scattare fotografie di ricordi, che è un bel pezzo, ho solo di denaro per la mia famiglia." which means, that is a camera. it takes pictures for memories. it is a beautiful piece, i just have to give away for money for my family. i understand and nod and he writes a price on a board. it is a whole dollar. 
i realize how much money it is, but i make a deal and take home the beautiful camera. 

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it has coca-cola written on it all over and i find a stand labeled, quench with a can with it written on it, but that can is in black and white, how can this strange color get onto this plane without grand theft crime?
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so, what do you think so far. pretty good? a little suspension, that's good! hopefully, you'll keep reading!