Summertime is a time.
Springtime is a time.
Wintertime is certainly a time.
Fall? Fall is not a time. You will not hear someone utter in the months of October, November, or December; "Well Malorie, it's 'falltime' should we muster up some eggsalad sandwiches, hike up to the moutains, breath some crisp 'falltime' air, and shove things into our vaginas, and assholes?"
No.
Not in 'falltime'.
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