Take me to the magic of the moment

So a season that has been haemorrhaging from the guts since late February has now been put out of its misery. It's been like watching your sickly dog leaving heaping trails of his epidermis on the carpet as he looks limply for a place to die. You know tears will be shed and that you'll miss the little fella, but in a way you're glad he's out of his misery.

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