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MACKENZIE AND I HUNG out for most of the weekend, although she had to work Sunday evening. We spent most of our time together having s*x and I couldn’t get enough of her. It wasn’t just about that, either. She was goofy and smart and not afraid to put me in line when I needed it. We both seemed to like the same kind of movies and restaurants. Not to mention that we had a lot of other things in common, like being an only child and losing people close to us. We talked a lot about my mom, Mackenzie’s parents, and the things we missed most about them.
“You should go and see that medium I told you about,” she said to me on the phone, Sunday night. “Maybe she can connect you with your mother.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m telling you, that woman is the real deal. She’s not a fake.
