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I scroll down, looking for something, I don't know what but I'll know when I see it. I keep going down until I finally find it. It's a picture of Jace, shirtless, on a motorcycle, he has curly brown hair in this picture and he's smiling at the person behind the camera, Hot. The caption says LOML with a heart emoji, I tap on the only person she tagged in the picture, someone called Speedyrider81, the account seems to have been deleted. I keep scrolling, looking for another picture but all I find is the photograph Jace has on his wall but in black and white, she captioned this one as photographed by pretty lips.

Who the hell didn’t password-protect their phone in this city? First stop: Photos. There weren’t many, and they gave me almost nothing to go on. The first image was of a tiny, scruffy dog in a knit sweater. A Shih Tzu, maybe? Then came a pair of bare breasts with a glass of red wine tucked between them. Pale, plump, silicone. Gross. More dog pics. Then, oddly, a snapshot of five older women doing synchronized stretches in a gym. What? I giggled. The last photo caught my breath—it was him, looking relaxed in a t-shirt, smiling next to an old woman in a rocking chair. His hair was messy. He looked warm. Human, even. Still stupid-hot.

The entire time, he kept laughing while refusing to let me win. “You’re too stubborn for someone who laughs this much,” I muttered. Chase grinned without backing down. In the end, I lost the battle. My face became the profile picture. Then Chase opened my gallery and frowned while scrolling through it. “What?” “Why are there barely any pictures of you here?” It was mostly pictures of Lior, random nature shots, interior designs I liked, recipes, and screenshots. Chase looked genuinely disturbed. “You might actually be the first girl I’ve met without a gallery full of selfies.”

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So this what world like when they had their phones? I went over my seat. I opened my newly made f******k account. It was an anonymous. Creyshiee Elliee, that is my f******k name. Weird right? But nothing is more weird than the person who keep sending me messages. Mostly, I didn't put my face as a profile picture. I saved some cute chibi anime girls and make it as my profile picture. I only have three person's on my friend list. Patty, Krisha, and Zack. An idea pops in my mind. I tried searching for my f******k account I use in the real world.

Except for her Facebook account where Rose shared three different videos of dog rescues, and pictures of herself when she changed her profile pictures three times. Her first profile picture was of her younger self, frowning, and both of her hands tugging at her long, blue hair. Two years later, she changed her profile picture again with another selfie where she was on a beach—still not smiling—a hand resting on her purple pixie hair. And her current profile pic, which she had on three years after her second picture was uploaded, where she looked very much different. Liezel at first thought it was probably because of her long, brown hair that complemented her soft hazel eyes, but as she stare

Making him shimmer so handsomely. But the most attractive was his expression. He had a soft and tender look. We look both so happy and in love. "I want this as my profile too." I saved it. When I accidentally tapped next, another picture of me suddenly popped out. "?" It was me holding a toy gun with a smirk. This was from the game booth earlier. I tapped the next picture. It was me again driving the bumper car while laughing. I did not know I could laugh like that. The next picture was me drinking a mango shake. There was a picture of me looking at him with a smile in my eyes.

I was trying to contact a girl through F******k with my profile picture appearing in the dictionary, illustrating the phrase: 'Babe Repellant'. I swiftly swapped it out for a shirtless picture of me from the previous summer at a beach in Spain. I'm no model, certainly, but I also don't feel like I have to put on a shirt these days before I go say hello to a girl. I figure that worked for online as well... How about that other new website? Not Myspace... Instaphoto? I*******m. The one with square pictures and all the filters to disguise how shitty smartphone cameras were. I didn't know a lot of friends who were on it, but it was worth a shot.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

I couldn't stop it. ME: whatever.. you ain't getting boobs of this clingy person.. Then I went through my gallery.. pictures of her and I pitched and I felt like crying. I was so taken by a kid younger than me. I smiled at a picture that I took while she was eating on the couch before she left. She had on her black and yellow bandana, a black tank top and black shorts. She was facing away so I got half of her face. She looked hot as fuck. I quickly put that picture as my w******p profile picture and then logged out.