I call, or speak everyday with him. He guides me, but he never asks for help. Why?
I called him. To tell him how my day was, he was still in the city...
I spoke to him, and I hear cars wailing. It's seven, you've been there for twelve hours, I think...
He says he needs to go home and have dinner.
By himself.
By.
Himself.
Why?
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