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Other than the kind gestures she did to me; she also lets me borrow an extra phone to use incase I want to contact one of my co-workers. Since her house has already installed a wireless internet connection in which I’m not really fond of, I tried to open the browser and type in the popular site which people uses to entertain themselves. It’s called F******k. It didn’t take me hours to sign up since I already have an account before but due to lesser time for me time with the existence of Hugo, I finally opened my account and the first thing that I saw is Anj’s name on the active list. I immediately clicked her name and chatted her.

Then, with quiet precision, she began to type. Line after line of code filled the screen. Ten minutes later, she typed the final command and hit *Enter*. The screen flashed once. She opened a hidden browser window and logged into a throwaway account. Her hands trembled slightly as she pasted the message and clicked *post*. *AnonymousUser97:* *"Everyone thinks Logan is charming. But no one knows the truth. He was married once. He cheated. And when his wife found out and tried to leave—she never made it out. Ask him where her body is. He knows."*

We’d show up in heels and unapologetic hunger, pick the prettiest man—or two—who looked like he knew the difference between domination and performance, get absolutely ruined, and still be in the office the next day high on the aftermath. I walk back to the couch, set the drink down, and pull my laptop into my lap. The machine humming to life. My fingers hesitate for one second, just one heartbeat, then type the URL. An old forum. One I haven’t dared to touch in years. One that only members of the club were granted access to. It loads slow, like it knows it’s been waiting. My heart stutters. The login screen appears. I type it in. Kneltforthis.

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I was on edge wanting to know what Brian would do or how he would react after seeing Nila's name on the bonfire guest list sticked on the walls in the school hallway. I hear the flushing of a toilet but I can't move, literally. I feel like big tanks of lead have been tied to my feet, not allowing me to move even an inch. My jaw must be hitting the floor at the shock I'm in right now. How is Haven this talented? I've read all her books and secretly been a top fan. I actually created a book recommendation page where I advertised and recommended all her books. If it were that easy I would have no doubt used my I*******m and F******k but that part of my life is private, I chose to keep my prefer

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