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There were cute, silly ones too, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “How did you come up with all of these words? Where did you find all of these memes?” I snorted, unable to keep my curiosity to myself. “On F******k of course.” She chuckled, laying her head on my chest. Together, we read through a lot of her posts, with her playfully explaining what some meant. “You should add me up on F******k, that way you can see my posts any time I make one,” she suggested. “I don’t have F******k. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I have I*******m though,” I explained with a shrug.

He shared tales from the office—Marlena’s dry wit, a spreadsheet that refused to save, a board member who accidentally sent a meme to the whole company. “Wait, wait, wait,” Minnie laughed, nearly choking on her sparkling lemonade. “He sent what?” “A cat meme,” Ethan said, grinning. “Except it wasn’t a cat. It was a man in a cat suit licking a popsicle. And the caption said, ‘Mondays got me like.’” She wheezed. “You’re lying.” “I wish I was.” They laughed until their stomachs hurt. Later, as he walked her to her apartment building, the mood shifted—softer, quieter.

He cracked jokes, teased himself more than anyone else, and somehow made me forget at least for a little bit about the weird mark on my wrist or the way my stomach had been tight all morning. We talked about everything. Stupid things. Random things. Music. Movies. Why he swore by a particular brand of snacks. The ridiculous hairstyle one of the guards wore last time and how he claimed it was “wolf-core aesthetic.” He kept sending memes, dumb ones, chaotic ones, completely unnecessary ones and yet each one made me snort or cover my mouth to hide a laugh. Somehow, without even trying, he pulled me out of that fog I’d been drowning in all morning. At some point, hours passed together.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

It's called Stories By Menna, hope you join, here is the link:https://www.f******k.com/groups/343882321009167/ sending you love and appreciation.

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I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

The employee was on edge, but Seth cut him off with a sharp tone before he could finish. "What are you talking about? Over a hundred cancellations?" He stepped forward and grabbed the employee by the collar. "Is there some mistake? These customers paid deposits. Why would they all cancel at once?" Lily pushed her way in, fixing a hard gaze on the employee. "There's got to be a mistake. Check it again! "Is this some kind of sick joke? Someone pretending to be a customer just to mess with us?"