I hate fall. I hate everything about it. There isn't one thing I like about it. I lied... I like apple picking, and Halloween is fun. But other than that, I hate it. I'm miserable every fall. I cry, I pout, I lay in bed for hours at a time. It isn't because I miss summer. Or because I so dislike winter. I don't know what it is. Just something about
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