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This is just one of those things we have to do.
We have to read this book,
which by the way has a lovely page of silhouettes, and you do know how I feel about that, right?
So anyway, as I was saying, we have to read that book, and we have to play "Cranberry Bog."
We have to because it isn't fall, and it isn't almost Thanksgiving if we don't. It just isn't.
It's sort of a love note, a crimson ode, if you will, to my favorite season.
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