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I have created a group chat with my parents on W******p where we used to chat. I sent them pictures of my trip of the day, hoping they would reply something. I checked my phone again and again, but there were no replies. They have seen the pictures and my messages, but they chose to remain angry at me. I clicked on the mic button and started to record a message for them.

Time drags by as I play, and I'm freaking thankful I turned off private messages. My chat box blew up when I said I might do private chats. I'm sure I was awkward when I did the whole wink thing, but going off how many questions exploded over it, maybe I'm not too bad at flirting.

Many of which, even I can over hear, are centered around me. “I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable for you, Josh?” Maddie asks quietly. “No, it was fine. I do have a question though… app?” I ask with an eyebrow raise. Maddie smiles. Gosh she’s pretty when she smiles! Holy fuck, I sound like a love-sick middle schooler! “Ahh, yes. We have a pack app. With it, I can send updates on pack events, notices about open pack jobs, Bruno can post the border patrol schedules, Carlos can send requests regarding a need for people to help harvest crops. Numerous other things too.

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Jayden comforted her and said, "It's getting late. Many people have already fallen asleep. There must be some people who haven't seen Aunt Mia's messages. Don't worry." Silvia retorted, "The cat is out of the bag, and it's too late to recall the messages. So what if the others don't see it now?!" Jayden answered, "I have already asked my technicians to delete the messages. I can't delete the memories of the people who have seen the messages, but people who have yet to open the messages would not see it." Silvia rubbed her head. "Since when did the app have such a magical function? Why haven't I heard of it?"

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.

Even the stars seem to be watching with respect. I drift off to sleep, feeling the baby kick, feeling the network hum, feeling safe. The Morning. Sunlight hits my face. I stretch, sore in a good way. My muscles hum with the memory of the ropes. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. "Probably the publisher," I murmur, reaching for it. "Telling me we sold a billion copies." I unlock the screen. One new email. Sender: Anonymous Subject: Beautiful Show I frown. I open it.

Now, there's only silence. Through the screen, the me from eight years ago saw everything. Her face turned instantly pale. Her lips trembled, unable to form words. "No... no..." The Moonwater Mirror went dead black. Numb, I looked down, pulled out my phone, and sent a single text to my brother—the one I hadn't seen in years. "Merry Winter Solstice, Leo. Hope you're doing well." The she-wolf giggled, victorious. Her hand slid boldly down his chiseled abs.

the woman easily explained. “So a friend group that lives with you?” Lila suggested. “Yes, that I suppose. But instead of your W******p chat always blowing up with something, it’s happening around you,” the woman went onto say. “Sorry,” Lila apologised,” But, what’s W******p?” “It’s a private social media app,” the woman summarised. “How is a social media app private? Is it like you can only interact with people you choose out with an ID or something and it can’t leave that space?” Lila tried to guess.