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The Perfect Morning (Prose)

There is nothing more beautiful than the sweet aroma of autumn beginning just as summer ends, and I can honestly say that out of all the seasons this one is the best. Listening to the sound of rain pelting the window, the comfort from the covers drowning us in, and the sound of his breathing is what takes me in. Ah yes, autumn is the best. And there is nothing you can say to make this mind change, so goodnight, I am going back to bed.

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