The peripheries

I was never really fond of yellow, not until I met Miss Georgia Lass.
Two seasons later, only a hint of metaphysical indiscretion remained
unpraught in the canary shade. And just like that, the realisation came
that living that witty script would be a lot simpler. I could just occupy
the peripheries of a post-it note.

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