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The cool crisp autumn air brushed a loose hairstrand back, while I make my way to you. The sun is slowly sinking and the temperatures are dropping fast. I’m only wearing a white flowery summer dress. The fabric is thin, I’m freezing, but I don't care. I have to get to you.
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