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She was six. But her best buddy was closer to thirty. They chatted, played and bonded like they belonged together. Akin to a mother and daughter. Except they were not. She fondly called her MM. People would ask what about when MM gets married? Phat came the reply, “I’ll marry her son and go live with her!”


P.S- This is inspired by a conversation I had with my niece!