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... time. Instead of sitting like some proper rich girl with perfect posture, she was practically glued to my side, her arms wrapped around my right arm while I drove with one hand like some kind of professional chauffeur.
"You know what’s crazy?" Madison said, her head resting on my shoulder while I navigated through the wealthy part of town where every house looked like a fucking museum.
"What’s crazy?" I asked, feeling her warmth against me and thinking about how surreal this whol ...
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