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I hate fall. The first cold day always seems to come suddenly. It's never too cold, but the drop in temperature always chills my blood uncomfortably after so many hot summer days, and reminds me that winter will be here before too long. I hate winter. No, I don't really hate winter. I just hate being cold. It happens to me far to easily. Sometimes I wish I lived in a sun scorched desert where the only cool time was after the sun when down each night.