What am I doing? I think, as I look at the man I have handcuffed to his bed, wearing only his boxers. This isn't me.I shake my head, to get rid of the thoughts. This is me now. As soon as I saw Adam's picture on Tinder--with backwards baseball cap, beer bottle pressed up to his lips, and his bio, "You only live once. Have fun!"--I became this
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