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So, if I show up tomorrow afternoon to rub your feet, will you be happy to see me or will I get you cursing me forever for getting you into this mess?

Seriously, though: I was going to have Friday off like usual, but Robert wanted to rearrange his shifts this week and I agreed. Would you like the company? I can only barely imagine how miserable you're feeling by this point. I can give the kiddo a stern talking-to about hurrying the fuck up.