I found a bag with 143 words. I threw it to the ground and they spilled. This is what they said:

"An entire rainbow came and sat by me in the cafe today. It was problematic, what with it reflecting in ways that made reading my graphic novel impossible. I asked it if it would be rude to ask it to turn its red side to the wall, and it said, yes, indeed it would, so I let it drop. Through all this, its orange and its blue fought over whether it wanted chai tea cold or chai tea hot. No one seemed to care what green thought. One man, he sat and read away, read away, like no rainbow was foistering up the cafe. It was then I looked closer and saw the hearing aid, looked closer and saw the glasses, looked closer and saw the book he was reading, 'How to Cope with Color Blindness.' I thought, 'Wow, what are the odds?'"

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