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Always such a business woman, Mackenzie mused, Quinn just got right down to the details. It was something she admired about the girl. She liked a woman who got shit done like that.
"Well, my mother truly believes that I want to be a debutante," She shuddered, closing her eyes slightly. "I honestly don't know what plant she came from but she's pink and frilly and girly to extremes."
She shook her head, thinking of how absolutely ridiculous Kate really was. "My mother is a delicate flower, so be as crude as you want. I know I always am!" She grinned happily, she loved it when she got under her mother's skin. "Not really much else I guess, she's just a really proper woman who is obsessed with status and appearance." She shrugged, "And hate's that I'm gay."
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Noticing Quinn's look of disgust, Mackenzie laughed, she knew Quinn would appreciate the special dislike she had for her mother. "I knew you were the woman for the job babe," she said grinning, she wouldn't mind just having the brunette on her arm either. She was certainly the kind of eye candy that Mackenzie loved flaunting around.
"Well," she said, tapping her chin in thought. "I know we're supposed to go out to some stupid dinner thing on Saturday, so that'd be cool if it doesn't weird you out too much."
"Just be warned, Hunter is going with us," She added, rolling her eyes. "For whatever stupid reason, my mother absolutely adores her. I'm pretty sure she'd adopt her if she could. They are insufferable together."
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