It was fall for a second. It was such a beautiful one too; all the valleys crunched and burned with red and yellow. And then I went to see Ingrid Michaelson with some of my favorite ladies, and we swooned when she sang about old relationships and shivered when her lonely a cappella weaved in front of us and sang loudly when she covered Toxic. And we left all warm inside while the early snow blew around us and soaked through our autumn shoes. But it was fine because we had Uggs waiting in the car for us. It was fine.
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