“It’s down to us, Passion. The last two colors available.”

“I’m scared, Raspberry. What’s going to happen to us?”

“I don’t know. We’ll be in the Woot-Off, I guess. The folks online will get another chance to look over our features. Maybe our sleek modern design will wow them. Maybe they’ll think of an aunt who’s going through hot flashes who could use some personal cooling, or a cousin who works in an overly stuffy building who could use a little fan with a lot of power, and they’ll snatch us up as gifts. After that, who knows?”

“That’s not what I meant, Raspberry.”

“I know what you meant, Passion. We’ve been in this warehouse for a while now. We’ve grown… close.”

“Close? What’s that supposed to mean? You said you loved…”

“Don’t play coy, Passion. You knew how this was going to end. One day, the rest of our inventory was going to be bought up and we’d have to go our separate ways. Don’t… don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

“Oh, Raspberry. Hold me. Just once more. Hold me like you use to.”

“What if I don’t want to let go? No, it’s better this way. Get out there and show the buyers what you’re made of. Go on. Blow.”

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