November

It's November again, November again, and everything is death and fiction.
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The dreamlike inner monologue of a young woman known only as Jinglekitty. Disenfranchised, hypervigilant, and self-aware, she reveals a private November that she and the love of her life (described as "her boy") cannot escape. At its surface, this November is Jinglekitty's own hellish mindfield of identity crises. In its depths, it is a month of painful--and eternal--mourning.