the first chilly day. the first day to wear tights. the first day to close the windows. the first day to order a hot coffee. the first day to think back to that winter. my enter key doesn't work. where do the people who used to love go? do you think they still love, without interruption? my enter key doesn't work. why does it haunt me still? the
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