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I hated a lot of things.

I hated yellow; too bright, too disturbing.

I hated red; too tragic, too vain.

I hated the sun; too hot, too vivid.

I hated the summer; too loud, too crowded.


But not him, not Blu.


I loved the rain.

I loved the storm.

I loved the dark and eerie clouds.


But above all, I loved Blu.

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