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her heart skipped like a scratched vinyl record.
The temperature had dropped. The brisk air smelled like decaying leaves, distant woodsmoke, and chilled terrain, a reminder that Halloween was around the bend.
“You look like a mermaid. A sad, pubescent mermaid.”
The musty scent of foreboding clung to the town like mold on a decaying house. It was impossible not to breathe its stench into her lungs.
A morose spell had been cast over the campus. It felt otherworldly in its emptiness and melancholia.
It was sad that people only got along when everybody was unhappy.
but the sun was shining, and the air was crisp with the magic of autumn.
