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I remember how I will hold your hand whenever you feel cold, saying how oddly warm my hands are. I know you hate cold weathers, saying it's not your thing. You question why I like winter, saying it's weird. Yet I find it weird why you like autumn. Now, I'm the one who needs warmth, your warmth. And I now know why you hate the cold and needed my hand.

It makes you feel lonely.

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