When the movie was over, they went for a walk. Montana had a car, but it was still early fall. Good temperature for walking. So he’d asked if they could walk, which was exactly what Autumn wanted. She loved the season, and not just because of her name. The bitter chill winds that came in only on occasion, the smell of turning leaves, the world slowly going to sleep. It was a very comfortable time.

They walked.

“So,” Montana said. “Did you like the movie?”

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