Write about how the weather affects you emotionally, or recall a weather-related memory.
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I hate being cold. I hate it when it is so cold that when you first step outside you swear the alveoli in your lungs (the little bubble looking things) just froze solid and it hurts to breathe. Or when you first sit down on leather seats and it's so cold you swear the leather is frozen and it just cracked when you sat down.
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