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I like the cold, soft chill of the wind on a blustery day. I like the cleansing warm feeling of a rainstorm in summer. I like the flashes of lightning and thunder on a day when a storm, impossibly, arrives from nowhere. I like darkness and shadow, moonlight, trees whispering their secrets. I don't like hot days, the languor of summer, weary mornings. I don't like self-reflexive fear, crowded social situations, or competition that is not in jest. I hate hypocrisy, although this makes me a hypocrite.