Lovers all the way.

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Why is it so bad to love a lot? I thought loving was a good thing. 'Fall in love with as many things as possible.' They say, and then judge you for the things or people you chose to fall in love with. I chose to love, and I chose to love a lot. Because it seems the only alternative is to hate. Would you rather be a lover or a hater?

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