Edgeworth Meme Novels & Stories

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"Why would Ezra's funeral be catered?" "Because he's dying, obviously," Kai says, like I'm an idiot for not following. "You don't catering-skip a funeral for a friend. That's disrespectful." "He's not actually dying," Mason says, still eating my fries. "Not with that attitude, he's not," Kai shoots back.

He hadn’t taken his gun out and he just looked at them with his arms crossed. “Who told you that?” George asked angrily as he looked at Greg. “Seems your brother has a big mouth,” I said to George. “I know nothing about nothing,” he said to me and Levi laughed. “Yes I can see that,” I said to him. “Have you ever heard of Ulfr Banamaðr, the one who calls himself Kifo?” “That’s just a myth, he doesn’t exist,” Greg said confidently. I took my jacket off and pulled my sleeves up.

I ask, completely confused. "The book. Hidden edges."

The cultural context had shifted; the image of a man wedding his male, dying mentor was a bridge too far, a reputational contagion they could not afford. It was a social media feeding frenzy. The homophobes and the trolls, the cynically entertained and the morally outraged, were all on the same side. #GoldDiggerGroom was trending. The video had been cut into GIFs—Davidson forcing the ring onto Joe's finger, looped repeatedly with the caption "CHA-CHING!". His moment of kneeling had been turned into a meme of submission and was titled "How to Secure the Bag."

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!