As the long summer days draw ever shorter in response to our planet's stubborn processional toward the autumnal equinox, the leaves blush as if anticipating their approaching precipitation. The wind's grip tightens slightly, as if clutching to hold on to the last days of summer, the only season when it's truly appreciated
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i was reading your little titillating rant about the minimalization of cleavage exposure for the fall and i must say... my mother will never approve of such a display of erotism and perversity from any fake-boyfriend of mine!...
but really at the end of the day you must ask yourself: are you a titman or a titmouse? (fyi, titmouse = a type of bird)
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