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2025-04-15 07:00:54Three hours and two martinis later, I was sprawled on my sofa, scrolling through Maya's Instagram like it was a crime scene I couldn't look away from.
Her latest post—a teaser for the foundation's launch event—already had twelve thousand likes. The comments were nauseating: So inspiring! A true artist reclaiming her heritage! Can't wait to see what you do next!
I switched to my own profile. The post announcing my "new creative consulting venture" had garnered a pathetic eighty-seven likes, most from bots and distant acquaintances who hadn't heard about my fall from grace.
Somewhere between the third and fourth martini, I'd started drafting comments on Maya's posts, deleting each one before sending. What would I even say?
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