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Luke

"Who are you?" Michael opened the door to find me, a kid in a wheelchair, smiling and looking up at Him.

"I'm Luke." I say stretching my hand out toward Him.

He reached out his hand and shook mine.

"Well, if you ever need someone else to talk to I'm across the hall." I say giving him a grin.

He smiled back.

Then I said my goodbye.

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note; do you all like this :)

question: should I keep changing the perspective of the story every two chapters or no?

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