I'm Fee. I like cacti, fireflys, and shortbread. I don't like pity, clocks that tick, or peas. My favourite colour is either red or grey, I sleep lightly and dream in prose.
Jack has got the worst luck with autumn, but that doesn't stop him from loving it. And maybe, just maybe, Charlie can give him another reason to love September. slash for freak-of-spade's challenge
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