

The word "humidity" sounds like the most loathsome curse when his lips and tongue draw out the syllables with a wicked sneer, you can't help but cringe as if being pelted by ice rain.

For Jack knows the winds are blowing the calendar pages past and soon October will have its turn again, when he can start sneaking in a few early frosts.
He knows. Look up. Are those snow clouds forming?

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