This is part of my Fiction Friday series.
“He doesn’t even know me. All he knew about me was that one comment, which he completely misinterpreted, but suddenly this guy has a PhD in everything that’s wrong with me and feels it’s his duty to let me and everyone else know. I hate Facebook.”
“True, but sometimes there’s nice stuff. Like when you posted about the movie last night.”
“What about it?”
“B liked my comment and we had a really friendly back and forth in the thread. It was nice to see she doesn’t hold a grudge about some high school bullshit from a million years ago.”
“I guess.”
“What?”
“Well, I mean, you’re married now.”
“Yeah.”
“And you go by your full first name now too.”
“Yes.”
“And your profile picture is actually a picture of your niece.”
“What about it?”
“Your name is completely different, and she didn’t see your face. B probably had no idea who she was interacting with.”
“Really?”
“Most likely.”
“Wow. I could totally fuck with her.”
“Please don’t.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
“But I totally could. That’s what matters.”
It sure is.
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