she tells me she hates the spring because the melting snow just reveals all the dogshit people left behind, and she can smell it all over town as it's thawing. then she says she likes the fall because at least the others are walking around depressed and that makes her feel better about everything. she asks me if I understand. I have to nod, I guess- preferring the fall myself- knowing she doesn't like summer or winter either, but she seems to like me. she is so beautiful- when she's laughing and showing herself- I worry for her, that the autumn is so short here.
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