Been sick this week but I wanted to participate.
“Did you tumble the paint in stone to give it this look?” Ralph Sizemore asked about the house as he gathered his long, stringy, dirty blonde hair into a ponytail. He stepped out of his limo and adjusted his ear piece.
The brown leather front doors to the mansion swung open. “That’s an original idea, Ralphie.” A tiny man with a boisterous laugh exited onto the marble porch.
“I haven’t been called Ralphie since we were boys.” Ralph’s boot bent sideways as it became lodged in the concretes only flaw. “I nearly twisted my ankle. I have a good lawyer, you know?” He laughed once he realized no damage to his physicality had been done.
“You were always a danger to yourself.” His friend reached his hand out to shake Ralph’s. “So much so, you gave me the blues.”
“I don’t suppose it was the 501 blues?” Ralph said.
“You’re never going to let that go, are you? The name was catchy, perfect for my blue Jean line. I’m trying to make it up to you now!” The man took Ralph by the wrist and pulled him towards the house. He waved his arm out and around. “This, my old friend is all for you, payment for the idea I borrowed!” He said. The two walked towards the palace.
“But, you stamped your name into the door! Levi, must you make everything about you?” Ralph said.
“Why do you think the house is perfectly colored in stone wash.” Levi gave his old friend Ralphie a wink.
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