Autumn In Boston
It's 4 am. The sharp ring of my alarm slices through the silence of the early morning. I'm going to Boston today, and I'm taking the first train to Boston, because it's autumn, the most beautiful season in the city.
Read the storyIt's 4 am. The sharp ring of my alarm slices through the silence of the early morning. I'm going to Boston today, and I'm taking the first train to Boston, because it's autumn, the most beautiful season in the city.
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