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I guess I should talk about myself some, huh? I got up to go to the kitchen and as a result, was almost pants-ed by Mack as he tried to help himself up off the floor. “Oh, sorry, I must’ve left the child lock on for my little brother.” Mack apologized. He did that on purpose, didn’t he? He did that on purpose, didn’t he? Since of the two of us, he was the only one with a license and a car, he would be the one driving us home from school on a drizzly Friday afternoon. He’s just a few inches taller than me, at about 5’ 5”. I started to slightly panic, What’s going on here? (You probably guessed, I completely welcomed the idea.) My brain was going wild. Was he sending me signals? It’s Mackenzie, or just Mack for short.