Well well well... Homeboy called.
H: I know you hate me.
M: nope. Why would I hate you?
H: I've been thinking about you a lot. When is your surgery?
M: Tuesday.
H: I want to be there with you. Will you let me?
M: sure.
I'm not gonna sweat him though. He will do what he will nothing more nothing less. I can't worry about him.
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