Dear Summer,
Oh how I've loved you, but it's time to let you go. It's Fall's turn now, and I'm sorry to say that you will be replaced. We've had some great times together: rocking hot shades, chasing our floppy straw hats... but now, we must part 'till next year.
Love, A
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