Every year when the cool crisp winds of October roll around my husband (b̶o̶y̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶,̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶t̶n̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶b̶a̶b̶y̶ ̶d̶a̶d̶d̶y̶,̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶,̶ ̶d̶u̶d̶e̶)…
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