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"Harmony, what are you wearing?"
Harmony glanced downward, too pleased with her latest acquisition to register the disapproval in her interrogator's voice. "My new dress from Bloomingdale's. Do you like it?"
"What color is it?"
Harmony fidgeted under the icy stare that accompanied the inquiry. "Well, it's blue."
"Yes, it is blue, and we've already been over this, right? You wear yellow, Sarah wears red, and I wear blue. Remember?"
"Oh, gosh, Cordy, I forgot. Sorry!"
Cordelia sighed. "Do I have to come dress you in the morning? It's like the concept 'signature color' is absolutely meaningless to you people!"