He sat and watched the rain fall…glistening in the autumnal reds and golds of oaks and maples…everything was wet…dripping like honey off a spoon…it reminded him of past Falls…of romances during the months of October and November…walking down paths in the woods with leaves at their feet and mud clinging to the bottoms of boots…not knowing where they’d end up…that was half the fun of it…the mystery of Autumn…like a black and white photo…always comforting…always…

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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