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The large bed takes up most of the space in the yellow room. You could
probably sleep three people in it comfortably with enough room for a large dog
to sleep at your feet. The sheets are thin, but smooth, and probably the
purest white anyone has ever seen.
There are flowers in window boxes outside the window, each flower is a remarkable blending of deep yellows and blues. Under the window is a short coffee table with a tape player and several tapes on it. Hanging from one of the bed posts is a large AIDS ribbon, big enough to go around someone's neck and a button holding it together.
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| While you're looking through the room, the woman returns and goes to get some clothes but stops to talk to you for a moment. |
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I bet this looks like the room of the sun to you.
With all of this yellow and red all over the place, I mean. Well, yellow happens to
be my absolute favorite color no matter who wins the national championship, and the red,
as you can see, belongs to the AIDS memorabilia. Working to raise money for AIDS
has become my job. Now... On to my shower. If you're gone before I get out I'll say now that I hope you find it interesting enough to be worth the time it took for you to find something. You should run into C soon, she just got out. |
| With a wink and a smile she is gone. |
Over the bed hangs a flag that looks to be the flag for a city somewhere and next to the bed is a book of poetry. The table it sits on is small and
round, and leaves little room for the 
The rest of the furniture is hardly noticeable. A desk holds piles of clippings from AIDS and Pride marches. Deep under the pile is an article about dealing with AIDS transmitted through rape.