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“BROTHER, you don’t seem happy of me being here, do you?” My brother, Clyve frowned after we settled at the backseat of the company car.

“Why’d you say that?” I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn’t get rid of him easily. He had to stay with me in my apartment, and the thing was, we had a different lifestyle.

He was a marathon type of guy while I was an indoor type, using a treadmill. I could live with sandwiches while Clyve ate veggies all his life. He listened to classical music, and I went for the rock. He played piano and violin while I drummed. He liked...