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I was thinking about how much I hate summer, but I was trying to be optimistic so I came up with two things I actually do like about summer: baseball and freckles. But THEN I thought, well there is baseball from March - May, September and October, so summer doesn't matter. AND if I ever went outside, I could have freckles year round. So instead of giving summer a little bit of credit, I solidified my hatred.