It was a crisp fall morning as I drove through the small town.
Even though it was raining, I still enjoyed this whimsical time of the year when leaves fly through the air like giant colored snowflakes.
As I surveyed the town’s quaint shops, my eyes met ghoulishly drawn window paintings and I quickly glanced away, remembering the season...
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