It's almost October, but August. Wow, August. Augusts are an okay month, a month preceding my four favourite months of the year, namely September, October, November and December. I always expect the end of the year to be better than the beginning, starting with a neutral August. This August has been the most insane, traumatic, stomach-churning one I could ever have, so much so that I have an entire novelette in the making based on it. I don't know whether to thank you or hate you, August of 2011. But I guess you were a part of my life and I have to accept you.
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