Dear Autumn,
I can already feel you in the wind. Please stop giving me uncontrollable urges to buy school supplies that I don't need. But do hurry up and get here so that I can whine about how I'm dreading winter and the onset of my seasonal affective disorder, and also so I can listen to Sigur Ros with the windows open and feel complex emotions which I do not understand.
Sincerely,
Wheezy Breezy
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