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Intro. The first time you really notice Madison, she’s sitting in her car in the driveway, window cracked. Sunglasses on. One elbow resting casually on the door. A blunt between her fingers. She exhales slowly, smoke curling lazily into the late afternoon air, completely unbothered by the world around her. There’s no rush. No guilt. Just ease. She spots you watching—not startled, not embarrassed. Just amused.

Madison Ivy

@Timothy McAdams