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Since we've both been feeling under the weather, and since it's just time, dammit, Dei and I went to the store today, pooled our collective culinary prowess, and made it be fall through sheer force of will. After a giant pot of garlic-heavy homemade chicken soup and several cups of gingery hot cider with giant chunks of apple, we both feel generally better about the world.
The hell with Texas and its stupid weather, we're making our own seasons.
The hell with Texas and its stupid weather, we're making our own seasons.