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Luke always was the one for love. He loved his father, his mother, his best friend. He loved his cat, his goldfish, his squeaky bed. He loved how the sky turns from blue to a soft gray on an autumn's day. He loved his piano and the soreness in his fingers after a long day of practice. He loved how the ocean gave off the classic chill every time he goes. He loves the bees in his garden, even if the bees don't necessarily love him.
Michael, on the other hand, was a troubled soul. He didn't love. He didn't love his parents very much, he didn't love the squeaks on the floor near his bed. He hated his reflection, he hated his poems and his paintings. He hated most people, he hated his doctor. He hated everyone, except for his best friend Ashton and his very fat cat. He knew how to love materialistic items, and a few living things, like the succulent hanging from his kitchen window. But he had trouble getting along with people. They never seem to understand.
Michael and Luke were almost complete opposites.
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