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The day of Wayne’s father’s funeral the sky was a murky blue and rain was falling at what seemed like a thousand miles an hour hitting the street, slicking it wet. Being that the juvenile’s old man was a crack head and a notorious thief, there weren’t too many mourners there. The people that did show up were the few family members that still had love for him or the street cats that had come out of respect for Wayne. At the Funeral Brolic noticed how much of depressing mood that he was in and invited him to come along with him to the repast. The young man was trying not to cry but his emotions got the best of him. Before he knew it his eternal pain was rolling down his cheeks.
“What’s up, Cuz? Why you crying and s**t?” Brolic looked from the windshield to a grieving Wayne.
The young
