Jamie hates the cold. Not in the lowercase h, "I hate tiramasu" sense, either. It's more of an "I've spent twenty years hunting the six-fingered man who slaughtered my father" kind of Hate. I suspect Jamie refuses to wear long underwear solely because it would make him hate the cold less and he is a man who cherishes hate like water in the desert.
A few years back, he tried to convince me to take a job at a Hawaii agency. Not much of a tough sell, you'd think. You're not going to win many gold lions working on resort ads, but who cares when you're living in paradise?
Thing is, I hate the sun. In the purest, all caps, "From hell's heart I stab at thee; for hatred's sake, I spit my last breath at thee" sense of HATE.
Happy new year, everbody!
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