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The wind picks up, tangling my hair in front of my face. Adam brushes it back, staring into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” “You’re pretty cute with those glasses too.” As soon as I say it, I realize I’m the girl Future-Adam was referring to earlier in the day. Adam’s eyes widen and he laughs, and I know he remembers that moment too. He wraps an arm around me, and I lean against him as we watch the fishermen. Adam doesn’t recoil from my touch, doesn’t run away or look at me like I’m a monster. I can’t believe he would accept me, knowing what’s in my past and what I have the potential to become tomorrow—but somehow he does.17:30 We return to Future-Adam’s house and spread our supplies across his massive kitchen island. An assortment of cleaning products. Baking soda and sugar. A party-s
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