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Emma
Over the next two days, Marcus and I find a morning routine that works for us. Even without any kind of early meetings, he wakes up at the crack of dawn, and since we’ve both learned that I’m not a cyborg who can subsist on s*x in place of shut-eye, he lets me snooze while he gets in either a run or a workout in his home gym. By the time he’s done, I’m up, and we have a quick breakfast together before rushing off to our respective workplaces. Well, he rushes off because Wilson drops him off first and then returns for me—which gives me time to leisurely get ready and even work on some editing. I continue said editing during my cushy commute in Wilson’s car, with the result that I get quite a bit accomplished by the time I get to my full-time job.
On Thursday, Marcus works late ag
