The leaves are changing to copper, and everything smells like an apple orchard – except the subway grates and the dirty water hotdog cart. Autumn fashion is probably my favorite because I look fantastic in jewel tones and boots. My job is enjoyable, all things considered, and I even pulled off that desert party for The Russell family. Molly and Mr. Ross are officially a “shield your eyes” item, and she’s slowly scaling back on her event commitments, leaving me with plenty to fuck up. Zach has spent the past month in training somewhere in Germany. Soon, he’ll be dropped front and center and stationed somewhere in Afghanistan. I’ve always hated geography, but now I spend my evenings at my parent’s house looking at maps of the Middle East and watching the news with Dad. I hate geography even more. After my Metro North meltdown, Zach and I spent the entire night in each other’s arms, talking and laughing . . . ignoring the pain.
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