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Part 2: The Colours of Water or No Water to Draw with

Having identified, the colourless, blue, deeper blue, red and green colours of water, let share another shade and tone.

When there is no water to draw, one can see brown. The world turns upside down.

It is exactly what happened when upon going to the toilet to do number two, she realises that there is no water. She thought that having a dried toilet outside would have been good to have right now. But when she talked about it in the past, he thought that this was too unconventional and people would think that they were weirdos. So it was never put in place. As for now, the conversation goes:

W: ''I have a dilemma''
M: ''Which one?''
W: ''I need to go to the toilet to fulfil my needs but there is no water so the brown will not disappear''
M: ''You were right, we shall I built a toilet facility outside''
W: ''Thanks for recognising the value of my third eye for disaster''
M: ''What to do then?''
W: ''We will have a levitating shade of brown until the water comes back''
M: ''if water does come back...'
W: ''Let's hope so, in the meantime, let's build the dry toilet''

 When there was no water in Braunstone Frith Leicester on 30th July 2015
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