Fall is the worst. You try to sign up for a dating app and the police confiscate your phone and tie you to a barren tree, dead leaves in a drift up to your knees, scratchy branches caressing your face.

"Be nice to your date," the cops say every year. "Invite us to your tree wedding."

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