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Don't make it any less hard.

Make what any less hard?

Mama's gone, Mor.

Oh, baby, when did it happen? Where are you?

[Rubs his face] This mornin'. 5:24am this mornin', 6 minutes off the time she normally got up. You remember that? 5:30am to make her bread..every mornin'.

[Frowns softly] I know, I remember. Are you in Atlanta, sugah?

Yeah. Atlanta. I'll be here a bit. You comin' out?

Yes, I'm in Los Angeles but I'll be catchin' the next plane. I can be in by this evenin'.

[Is quiet a minute, finally nods] Thanks..I don't..don't know if I can do this alone, Mor. The funeral, I mean.

I know, Ant. I'll come and help you take care of everythin', okay? [Nods her head]

Nods again Tell me when ya get in, I'll come get ya.

I'll be in about quarter to eight.

I'll be there.

Thank, baby.

Of course, sweetie. There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

I appreciate it. Ma does too.

I'll see ya soon, Moriah.

Try to get a little sleep till I get there, alright?

A'ight. You got my word.

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