| I live on the eleventh floor, the second door on the right from the grey elevator. The door is red. When I say it’s red, it is not coral red, which has too much yellow in it. It is not crimson, the color messed up with too much blue. It is definitely not scarlet, which disgusts me so much because of its orange brightness. It’s red. In the hexadecimal number system, it is labeled as FF0000, which means a full range of red value, with zero value of green and blue. In other words, only red, no mixture, nothing else. You shouldn’t have wondered that I am so obsessed with the color red. In fact, I am not obsessed with it at all. I just want to clarify the fact. The fact, that’s right, no plausibility is here to be discussed. My door is red.
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