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october is not kind. it is ghosts in the parking lot, spectres in the passenger side of your car. it is the creak of old doors and gates slamming shut without a hint of wind. october hides. october giggles as you search the halls for its labyrinthian end. and when you find it, carefully — oh, so carefully — october bites. not enough to break skin, but draws a wince for the coming months. october is a warning, a signal, a calm before the storm: follow the forest. get out while you still you can.