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ADELINE

Apparently, my boyfriend has me wrapped around his finger like a damn joystick. All he has to do is press the right buttons — say the right things with those dimples that should be illegal — and I’m gone. Driving to his place when I should be working. Wearing a dress that feels more like a suggestion than an outfit.

Okay, maybe I’m being dramatic. But still.

We’re in a cab now — heading