So yes, it may look like fall here, but it doesn't actually look like fall here. Autumn is like a non-existant season. I'm going through a serious fall-withdrawal: no Halloween, no Thanksgiving, no crunchy leaves to step on, the smell of cinnamon and apple has been replaced by a smell of the city (can one even define what it is exactly?), and the world around me hasn't changed into the glorious red-orange-yellow-purple in-between stage. I think I'm ok with trading fall for France, though - that's fair, right?
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