There’s something about the autumn air. It’s cool, crisp, feeling lends a spark to the hot and humid days of summer, and wakes up the senses. On this particular day, the two of them were racing their bikes down a dirt road on the side of the forest. The wind whipping past and fallen leaves crumbling under the bikes’ wheels.
“Hey! Wait up!” She laughed and yelled from behind as she pedaled faster to catch up to him. He had been in the lead for half a mile now and wasn’t giving up any ground.
He turned to look over his shoulder, a wide grin upon his face. He cupped a hand to his mouth as he shouted back, “What’s that? I can’t hear you over the sound of winning.” He only wanted to take her to an outdoor fruit stand. She was the one who said she could beat…
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