On the day of the manicure there was sweet-smelling lotion and good feeling and it was good. On the day after the manicure there was much reveling in the beauty of the manicure. On the third day there was awe at the durability of the manicure. On the fourth day the mortality of the manicure became evident, but the end did not seem near.
On the fifth day the manicure died a fiery death.
On the sixth day, the manicure met its fate. Its fate was a soaked cotton ball.
And so pale polish it will be, all on its own.