My mother taught me to use the word “hate” as little as possible. Being young, I didn’t understand why, and so in typical childish rebellion I “hated” everything. I hated green food, I hated my fourth grade teacher and I hated the way I was told to not hate things. Eventually, I grew up,
and I stopped saying I hated everything.
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