Novembers

I love Novembers, Martha said.  I can put on a woolly hat and pretend I’m in a movie.  One with crunchy leaves and piano music.   Ah, Mark said, you mean like an earlyish Woody Allen, before the whole weird step-daughter thing.  Why, she screamed, do you have to spoil everything?

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