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Bonfire smoke rises into the skies and a fire crackles with the dry leaves. Pumpkin spices roam the chilling winds, trying to find those shirts with long sleeves. Friday night football games crack off into the night, kids laughing off in the woods. Drinking every drop of that hot chocolate, and pulling up those hoods. Cuddling up close with that someone, having those listless conversations. Then walking along those paths of lights, while you sing "I'll Be Home For Christmas".
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
This is the part where I am happy
Bonfire smoke rises into the skies and a fire crackles with the dry leaves. Pumpkin spices roam the chilling winds, trying to find those shirts with long sleeves. Friday night football games crack off into the night, kids laughing off in the woods. Drinking every drop of that hot chocolate, and pulling up those hoods. Cuddling up close with that someone, having those listless conversations. Then walking along those paths of lights, while you sing "I'll Be Home For Christmas".
kaitlin-frost
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
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