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Half way through the long month of October, the leaves were soaring in the sky and the thick blows of cooling wind gushed around ♥♥♥ Bigga's exposed ankles. The harsh winds felt ghastly. Not once had ♥♥♥ Bigga ever felt so uneasy and ready to be home wrapped up in one of her maladroit romance novels and a piping hot cup of peppermint tea. ♥♥♥ Bigga was a unique woman. Born in the spooky month of October, it seemed as anything from a spider to a nuclear explosion terrified her. But most importantly, she liked nothing more than big ♥♥♥♥ and fried chicken.

The wind of the Manhattan skies swiftly brushed through ♥♥♥ Bigga's glistening auburn locks. The streets were empty as she hopped off the city bus on her way back home. The thought of being alone in the dark brought shivers down her spine. After each consecutive gust of wind passes through the harsh night of October, she can feel the hairs on her body stand up erect. The street she strolled had only been dimly lit by the old street posts. The walk from the nearest bus stop to her house is 15 long minutes. She began walking, her phone in one hand, and her second inside of her felt-made pocket in her stylish brand new jacket her mother had bought for her on her 24th birthday one week prior.