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Every year, Buffalo complains about our long winters. Yet every year, we can’t wait to show summer the door. “But I’m still here,” summer protests. “What are you doing with those jeans and boots? And what is with the pumpkin latte? There’s still yummy strawberry ice cream at Anderson’s!” “Summer, get out. Your time is up. It’s fall.” “Is not.” “Is too.” “Have you bee…