Page 121 of Rewrite the Rules

“All right, close your eyes. I’m going to rapid-fire questions at you. Don’t think, just answer as quickly as you can.”

“I’m aware of how the game works, Joel.” Adler shuts her eyes. I can see her eyelids move as she rolls her pupils even against her closed lids.

“Do you prefer French fries or tater tots?”

“You know this.”

“I’m just warming up, Baby Spice.”

“Tater tots.”

“Budweiser or Coors?”

“Joel—”

“Play the game!”

She groans. “Coors.”

“Cats or dogs?”

“Dogs.”

“Wait, what?”

“Just messing with you.”

“Adler, focus please. I’m trying to do a whole thing here.”

“Sorry. Okay, cats.”

“M&Ms or Skittles?”

“M&Ms.”

“Denver or L.A.?”

“Easy, Denver.”

“Beach or mountains?”

“Mountains.”

“Carrie or Samantha?”

“Carrie, of course. She’s a writer too.”

“Did you miss me?”

“See? There you go again. That’s open-ended.”

“Adler.”

“Yes, I missed you. Every single day.”

“Do you know I missed you?”

Her exhale is long and exaggerated. “I secretly hoped.”

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