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ADELINE

There’s probably something mildly concerning about how the second Reid and I start competing, I lose all sense of my surroundings.

I stop noticing the crowd pressing in around us, the blaring sounds from a dozen machines, the fact that the smell of popcorn wasn’t, in fact, just a delusion born from hunger and adrenaline. A group of kids huddle by the claw machine, yelling as a stuffed bear