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The color is amazing.

The color is amazing.

Cassie could feel the color draining from her face.

It was hard to look at his face without being fascinated by the color of his eyes.

It was his turn to color up.

A rush of excitement sent color to her cheeks, and she tore her gaze from his, focusing her attention on the dishes.

Rachel noted her rising color and grinned.

Color stained his neck and spewed up into his face.

He was dressed again all in black, a color that should have minimized his size but just amplified how ripped he was beneath the clothing.

Lying between the earth and the heavens, it partakes of the color of both.

It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.

She knew the color was deepening in her cheeks.

His features were stoic, his beautiful purple eyes the color of spring flowers.

Southern customers objected to its blue color, which is the evidence of its purity, as if it were muddy, and preferred the Cambridge ice, which is white, but tastes of weeds.

She felt vindicated by the color that stained his dark cheeks.

"It's the material, not the color," he replied.

Feeling the warmth of color invading her cheeks, she looked away.

I can tell by the color in your cheeks.

She was pale beneath her warm color with dark circles beneath her eyes.

She avoided looking in the area where she had seen the color, and tried to look undisturbed.