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At this point in the year, my skin barrier is clinging on for dear life –and frankly, so am I.
We’ve made it through the sweaty tube commutes of summer, past the glitter launches of September, and into that glorious, golden-windowed cusp of October, where the city starts to smell faintly of bonfires and everyone pretends to like pumpkin spice.
