McKenzie moves to my side, places her hand on my shoulder, and waits for me to look at her. "I'm sorry." she says sincerely, our eyes locked together. "I'm a shitty friend and an even shittier person. Maybe I am a drunk, but I'll do better. How about this..." she offers and smiles as she leans a hip against the counter, then looks around the messy kitchen and living room. "I'll go home, shower, change, and then come back here to help you clean up. Let your Dad take you out to breakfast or something until I can get back here so that he doesn't make you do it."

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