Sophie Grus

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Fall’s the season I like the least because it’s the most fleeting one. It’s always orange and vibrant in my memories, with a pumpkin coffee in my hand to warm me just a bit. In reality, that fantasy season lasts about ten days, tops. The rest of the season is cold, dead, and gray.
Four Weekends and a Funeral
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