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He is the gentlest man on earth.
There is nothing he wouldn't do for me. He is such a great guy. There is so much about him I don't know. However, he is an open book. I just haven't read the book all the way through. He is a caregiver. There is the love that he has within his heart. There is no expectations with him. I can be myself without him wanting to change me. Should I ever feel lonely he is right there to cheer me up. He is a man whom I wish I could be like. He is a man I love and he loves me. There is no one like my brother. There isn't but one like him and he is it.
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