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“Late,” Adeline clips out. “I know, I know.” I toss my bag onto my desk before sliding into my chair, breathing hard. “I’m sorry.” I reach across the desk to offer her my hand in greeting, but she only stares down at it with faint disgust. I follow her gaze to find black grime stuck under my nails from having to poke and prod at the various parts of my car’s engine. I shake my head at her in silent annoyance. I mean, I know it doesn’t look great, but I didn’t exactly have time to stop by for a manicure on my way here. Withdrawing my hand, I say, by way of explanation, “Mornings are always a mess.” She gives me an unimpressed look. “Evidently, so are you.” I roll my eyes at the comment but let it slide. There are more important things that we need to talk about, after all. I pick u