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February 24th

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February 24th

"Good morning," I said in a sing song voice as a came in the office.

I did the ultimate sin, I went to sleep mad but I woke up rejoiced. I finally felt like I was in a good place so I just left that entire conversation in the past and kept it pushing. So far so good.

"No Hardee's?" Keith questioned, eying my bad mighty hard.

"No. I'm too poor for that." I told him, pulling out some microwave breakfast bowls for us all.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I'm the type of person of person who will wake up out of my sleep to eat breakfast and go back to sleep.

Somehow that translated to me making sure I feed 3 large athletic grown men.

"Did you guys watch the game last night?" Sam asked, making his way to the microwave to warm things up.

"I did."

"Blue, Prince, and Travis all played really well." I pointed out, getting on my knees to examine his leg.

It's extremely hard for me to examine and make any progress with Yamir because all the while, he's been in this huge cast. It's really been a how we'll do you know the structure of an injured and healthy leg for me, because I don't know what he's going to come out looking like when he slides this cast off.

"I definitely agree." Sam added, shouting from around the corner.

"Can you turn on ESPN?" I asked Keith, seeing that he'd sat down to get comfortable.

That workout while Yamir has physical therapy suggestion, went right out the window as soon as it came. The people aren't even half awake when they get here.

"Yeah." He said, knowing exactly where the remote was a flipping through the channels.

"Blue's Instagram came up in my feed so I followed him and I'm so happy for him." I gushed.

So I might have a grudge against his friends because they're connected to him, but when I saw Blue's page on Instagram, the vibe really consumed me.

I absolutely love his feed, it's the perfect realistic, high energy, motivational aesthetic with a huge hint of bullshit. But the authenticity is really what moved me to follow him.

"You must not have seen it." Sam asked sarcastically handing me the sausage pancake corn dogs I packed for myself.

"Nah, I was busy." Yamir said making us all then to look at him sideways.

"I don't have to watch the game, I know my boys are doing well." He backtracked, seeing our response.

This man really is lowdown and I honestly think he's going to end up friendless if he doesn't pick back up on at least some of his duties as a friend.

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