"What are you thinking about?" Laird asked. "It's not important." "What is it?" Travis turned toward him. "Did you ever notice how some colors are used for people's names but others aren't?" "What are you talking about?" "White and Black. Like Mr. White, the guy who owns the tire store. And Mr. Black, our third-grade teacher. Or even Mr. Green from the game Clue. But you never hear of someone named Mr. Orange or Mr. Yellow. It's like some colors make good names, but other colors just sound stupid. You know what I mean?" "I can't say I've ever thought about it." "Me neither. Not until just a minute ago, I mean. But it's kind of strange, isn't it?" "Sure," Laird finally agreed. Both men were quiet for a moment. "I told you it wasn't important." "Yes you did." "Was I right?" "Yep."
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