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Repping fluffy in faux fur doesn't suffocate me as much anymore. Who would've thought autumn would sneakily creep up on us a week late?
The last time I was attired in faux fur, I had eschewed blanketing my frame in the imaginary mane of an imaginary animal till winter insinuated itself in my good graces again. But blame my senseless ache of pining to be mistaken for Yeti when the majority of Australians are probably still embracing tan lines and barely-there apparel — not a bad thing, of course.
Well, to autumn.