It was a crisp Autumn day and the leaves from the birch trees captivate our imaginations. Every time one of the leaves unlatches itself from the silver branches it turns into a small floating fairy, flying down past our shoulders. Today, the wind danced through the branches causing them to shake violently which led to the fairies taking flight. I turned my head to face yours, your black hair cut into a stereotypical Asian bowl cut and your big deer eyes were opened wide already looking at mine. We smiled at each other and after a simple nod the whole street was filled with our shrieks of excitement as the fairy hunting season started.

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