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I said. I rummaged through famous blogs known for carrying the latest gossip on I*******m, and one of them, Mean Girl, had just what I was looking for. ‘I can’t believe my eyes. So these guys accumulated so much wealth just to eat from the bin?’ One of the comments said. The bin? Are they calling me a bin? Another comment reads, ‘Poor Natasha, I can only imagine the shock of having your fiancé mess with a thing that is supposed to be your doormat’

The frathouse is a goddamn joke and sometimes a running parody. I groan, and Jason sighs. "Maddox, I've said it once, and I will say it again. Keep it down, will you? I'm trying to focus here." I punch the wall. "No, I'm going through something!" "Just wank it out already, amigo!" Jason shouts back. "You've been saying 'Michelle' over and over again, groaning and then not finishing your business. Just rub one out." This fucking linebacker! I swear I will kill him, fucking kill him!

Lucas said, confidently. Picking up his phone, he typed a few words and pressed upload. A second later and it could also be viewed by others. 'Today's gossip is false. That misleading post with the old photo is a post by a delusional person. I have never had and never will have any romantic involvement with Veronica Turner. That is the honest fact.' The forums in Chatify were busy once again until it finally crashed. Gossip, the entertainment news, has even reported that due to a sensational post by one of the Great 7 descendants, the app Chatify finally crashed.

It stripped all of its force and significance and turned it into a joke. But threads of darkness were woven in among the jokes. The "financial analysts" on T*****r speculated about how well Clarkson Consolidated would do if its CEO were "distracted." The homophobic taunts haphazardly spewed into comment streams. The graphic, violent fantasy scenarios about their relationship written by strangers who felt that they were entitled to every detail of their lives.

My blood froze. I had warned him about dirty play like this. "Is information being harmed? What sort of data? He appeared truly irritated as he paused and then sighed. "Mostly old gossip. Things that were never discussed. For example, a particularly nasty rumour about a previous relationship that didn't work out, or the time I got into a pub fight to defend a teammate."I said, already considering, "Gossip can be spun.""We could make it into a story about defending friends or about developing ourselves. It's doable."

T*****r (people still called it that even after the rebrand) lit up first: - “QB came out and immediately got injured? Karma’s a bitch lol” - “This is why we can’t have nice things. Distractions in the locker room kill seasons.” - “Leave the guy alone. Shoulder injuries happen. Sexuality has nothing to do with it. Y’all are disgusting.” - “Bet the lit kid is thrilled. More time to play house while the team suffers.” - “Cruz still QB1. Heal up king. Ignore the haters. We ride with you.” I turned my phone off after the tenth notification pinged with a slur I didn’t bother reading past the first word. The screen went black. The room went quiet.

The comments was still chirping in front of me from time to time, but they were not completely useless. Sometimes they even spilled information. When I hovered my finger over a real estate stock on the purchase screen, the comments burst into laughter. [Hahaha, idiot. Jefferson Group is about to go bankrupt. Buy it, buy it. I want to vent my frustration on the villainess.] [Lmao. She has no idea Pansell New Energy is about to skyrocket, and she is planning to sell it.] [How do you people remember stock details this clearly? I skipped those chapters when I read the novel. What even makes money?]

I told my father, "Well, Uncle Frank drew the short straw. Please don't be snoring in my face all night, Dad, or I'll have to jump into Uncle Frank's bed." They laughed at me while Uncle Frank asked, "And how did I draw the short straw on this one?" "Well, when are either of you going to get to share a bed with a sexy eighteen year old again," I said as I burst out laughing. "HA! Got you on that one. That was payback for your comment about the floor. Smartass." In my family, we all talk trash to each other. Even I have to admit that my comment might have been a bit much. Sometimes, when we joke, it would be borderline inappropriate. I figured I'd do it first because I'm sure they wouldn't ho

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the man keeps interrupting "hey you shut the fuckup Fitsher, you're a gad`damn drunk, how many bottles would your sh*t belly take before you stop, with your chicken hands. What do you mean by "dem right!" (Big j mimicking his voice) I'm sure your mama is at the church singing halleluyah praise the Lord my son is a good man, not knowing he is an empty vessel! with chicken brains." "hahahaha." other men laughing at Fitsher "what are you laughing about?, (they all fell silent) you are all a disgrace!" Big j said.