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October is my month. You will not take my heart. You will not make me cry. Autumn belongs to me. Please excuse me while I shake you off and pull on a warm, maroon sweater.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
October
October is my month. You will not take my heart. You will not make me cry. Autumn belongs to me. Please excuse me while I shake you off and pull on a warm, maroon sweater.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
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