Now he was in this waiting room, feeling like he was about to scream because he didn’t know what was going on. I looked up from my phone. “I’m getting a vasectomy today.” He nodded his head. “It’s alright, Don.” “What?” “I remember when you used to play in dirt, and I used to look at you and never understood. Moms even had us take a picture in the dirt and I shoved you away from me. You fell back and hit your head. I’m sorry for that because I can see how you’re dealing with it as an adult.” He stood up and paced the waiting room. “Menace, shut the fuck up. I’m doing it because I found myself
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