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Once upon a time, there was a girl who hated the cold. But like, for real. It wasn't like the cold reminded her of a lost relative or that it was proof that evil in the world could run rampant, that it was simply the nature of the universe to be indifferent. No. She hated the cold a whole fuckbunch and that was it. There was no deeper reason or meaning.
And although the human brain works only by association, this is still an exception.
The maiden's feet laid bare on the wet grass, as her cheeks were gently caressed by the dry, sharp wind of autumn that wasn't even that cold.
"Man," she'd say, wise beyond her tender years, "I fucking HATE the cold, dawg."
"But the cold is necessary for the long term preservation of food through endothermic reactions," said some girl with black hair and emerald eyes, "or, more simply, for machinery to continue working and producing at a steady pace, without burning out. In fact, many devices have the sole and explicit purpose of lowering the temperature of engines and such, cooler fans on a processor for one. It's even involved in photosynthesis, which is how plants use light energy to convert carbon dioxide and water into glucose and oxygen, which is what we breathe."
Quizzically is how the girl who hates the cold tilted her head. She tried to chew on the information, to turn it into something her mind could process.
Then she said: "The fuck did you just say?"
"T-that the cold-"
"Come here," said the blonde hair, his hair flowing like gold, calmly, walking over. "No, no, come here, get the FUCK over here"
"TEACHEEER," the girl runs away crying
"COME HERE BITCH, LET'S SEE IF THE COLD SAVES YOU," she gently whispered, angry perhaps because the other had freckles. "I'LL LEAVE YOUR BODY COLD JUST HOW YOU LIKE IT. CO-"
The girl who hates the cold tripped and fell and grabbed her scratched knee, caressed by the golden threads of tender light slipping through the meaty leaves above.
"OH MY GOD, IT HURTS SO MUCH. FFFFFUCK", she bellows, clutching her knee.
Somebody was laughing. A young ebony girl, her brown hair made in two long braids. But it couldn't have been her who made her slip. She was too far.
"...The fuck you laughing it? HUH? Bet you like the cold too. Yeaaaaah, you like the cold too, don't ya? Stupid motherfucker, you and your cold. I hope your soup is cold. I hope your shower is cold too."
The girl shaked her head. "Nuh!”, she said, “I dun like it."
"You don't?"
"Nu-huh."
"Oh."
"I dun."
"Ok."
The girl who hates the cold pondered this deep life lesson deeply.
"Are you a nigger?"
And the ebony girl nodded, smiling with wide white teeth.
“Cool, wanna toss rocks at the horses?”
“Sure!”
And they hopped away holding hands.
