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I ignored every one. Then the messages started pouring in. We're not breaking up. You're just upset. We'll talk when you calm down. Come home. I was about to silence the conversation when another notification appeared. Liam Carter [crying cat] meme I stared at the screen, waiting for him to realize he'd sent it to the wrong person. One minute. Two. Nothing. Instead, another message popped up. I figured you could use this more than I could. Attached was a digital coffee gift card.

💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 And I'm not sure you can celebrate that, Em😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. I love all Emerald's foolishness. LMAO. I hope all of you are entertained 💋💋💋.

“Well, he hasn’t run screaming yet, so that’s progress. And he sends me memes. Like, tailored to my humor memes. That’s love.” “That is love,” Emma said, nodding solemnly. “Memes are the modern sonnets.” We all burst into giggles. It felt good. Easy. Like I had known them forever, even though I hadn’t. These weren’t old friends who knew every scar and secret. They were new, bright stars in my sky. And I needed that light. After a moment, I admitted, “Damian asked if he could come tonight.” They both stopped, mouths slightly open. Then Jayden said, “Wait. Damian? Dancing?”

We landed on the new name Circus of Wolves—nothing too flashy or oddball for the average folk we catered our show to, straight to the point. The best thing that happened to me occurred three years ago, though. That was the day when the world just clicked into place for me. A liquid fire engulfed us on Birdie's eighteenth birthday as our eyes met across the big top. The whole damn show stopped for us at that moment. Everyone disappeared; the crowd, the performers, and every soul evaporated. Even the Cicadas song was gone. It was just her and I. The world came back to focus only when one of the clowns so kindly smacked into me for a laugh.

Heartbeat thumping loud and strong. The baby flips, tiny hand raised like it’s waving. Or flipping the camera off. The chat explodes. 20 million viewers watch my baby give the middle finger to the world. I smile (small and sharp). “There’s your sympathy.” I end the live. The internet loses its mind. #BabyFlipOff trends worldwide in minutes. Memes flood in, the ultrasound with clown makeup on Amara’s face, the baby with sunglasses and a crown. Amara’s podcast clip is ratioed to hell. Her mentions are a war zone.

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

A male voice snickered and I bite down hard on my lower lip. Almost…there… My nerves are pulsing and I can feel my entire body tingle with every passing moment. I'm almost within two arms' reach of the large double doors when the sound of circus music hit my ears and loud, roaring laughter echoed down the hallway. Was that a video of…me? “Omg look how stupid she looks!” “Otis is a real one for this!” “Maybe we should make her Salvador’s loser Mascot, what do y'all say?