This weekend, I broke open my first can of pumpkin of the season. I slept with the windows open. I had my first pumpkin beer. But there's still a week left of summer. So, I didn't break out the riding boots just yet. And I ate a lot of strawberries. If there was a name for those weeks where summer is basically over, but it's still not quite fall, it would probably be a little something like 'the absolute best time of year ever ever ever.' Can we please have it be this way forever? Anyway, the rule reason I

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