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“...Stanley, would you care to pass me the container of yellow beads?”
Stanley looked up in response to the Narrator’s voice. He set down the handful of beads he was holding, before grabbing the small container of yellow beads. He held it out to the Narrator.
“Thank you, Stanley.” The Narrator said, before reaching out and grabbing it from Stanley, giving him a warm smile. In response, Stanley smiled back.
He proceeded to look back down at the handful of beads he was holding. He scooped them up, resuming his original task of sorting through them. In his hand held a colorful collection of beads, some of them red, some blue, and some of them the rest of the colors of the rainbow. There were even a few beads shaped like small animal faces or flowers. But there was one type of bead that was his favorite.
The sparkly beads.
Those were his absolute favorites, no doubt. Something about how he was able to hold it up to the light and watch how the glitter inside the cheap plastic would shimmer and twinkle made him happy. No matter what color the bead itself was (although he would have to admit blue was his favorite color), he loved each of those glittery beads.