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make a miracle happen.
    It all happened innocently enough. Kenny was in the shower, after a late night at the office. His work at the law firm was very demanding. I had left my phone charger at Brock's and just needed to make a quick call, so I grabbed Kenny's phone. And then I saw it: a message. Not a regular text message, it was some sort of app that he had forgotten to log out of.
    I just wanted to say I miss your cock already. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Supply closet, maybe? I'll wear that thong you love so much. XOXO <3
    I can't tell you what a betrayal like that does to a person. When someone you had pined over since you were 14, had told yourself that no one else could get you like he did, takes your heart and puts it through a meat grinder. How could he be so heartless? How could he betray the person who had been there for him through all of his bullshit? I didn't obsess over the boys on Tiger Beat, I obsessed over Kenny and I GOT him. But I never really had him. Because guys like Kenny (and, let's be honest, guys like Heath) don't actually give of themselves, they take. They just float through life being given, not knowing what it's like to want something and not immediately receive it. They take everything for granted.
    Even though I was past my teenage years, it was like I was there all over again, the heartache was so strong because I was still that girl when it came to Kenneth. Rescinding wedding invitations, the humiliation of explaining why I had broken off the engagement, the looks of pity: I would never subject myself to that again. Never.
    I had learned my lesson late, but I had learned it. Stay away from those types. They will ruin you. Any sweetness I had left had bittered. Even nice guys like Brock I rolled my eyes at, because I could see glimmers of Kenny in him: his taste for trashy siliconed-infused Playboy types or his inability to be in a relationship for longer than two months. After a while I started to see that nearly every man has a little Kenny in him. And Heath, well he was a new breed. Even Kenny at least pretended to be civilized.
    Mindy tried to reason with me: "Was Heath mean to you?"
    "No, not mean. He was actually overly friendly and familiar."
    "See? He'll be fun!"
    "Ugh. I guess you're right. And it'll only be a few months. I forgot to mention, he made some comments about my looks too."
    "He's a bit of a horn dog, I thought I had warned you about that. Sorry again."
    "Nope, no horn dog warning. I went in completely blind. In fact I recall you encouraging me to dress attractively."
    "I wanted you to get the job. Guys like Heath don't want to see your résumé, they want to see that you can fit in, and all he had to hear was that you used to work for Brock and see that you're a hottie. Like I said, stay in the friend zone and you two will have a fabulous summer."
    "That won't be a problem," I said, with a sprinkling of disgust in my tone.
    "Trust me, I work with him and he's cool. Despite acting so carefree, one doesn't get to where he is by being a total airhead. He's actually quite sharp, he's just..."
    "Used to getting everything he wants."
    "I guess that's one way to put it. Yeah, he is very focused on his career, but when it comes to everything else he is a little carefree."
    "And since he's rich and famous and everyone wants a piece of him, he's used to people caring about what he thinks and not the other way around."
    "Look at that! You should be a shrink, not a chef."
    "I'll stick to the kitchen, thank you very much."
    "So when do you start?"
    "He wants me to start next week and he wants a response tomorrow."
    "I'll definitely be seeing you up there at least a few times. I love summertime in the Hamptons."
    "Well, let's hope I don't wring his neck before it's all over."
    "Let's."
    I got home at about five and scoured my fridge for something to eat. Funny thing was I had been so used to eating on the run, I barely had anything to eat in my own house. I moved to searching the