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"He doesn't even know me. All he knew about me was that one comment, which he completely misinterpreted, but suddenly this guy has a PhD in everything that's wrong with me and feels it's his duty to let me and everyone else know. I hate Facebook."

"True, but sometimes there's nice stuff. Like when you posted about the movie last night."

"What about it?"

"B liked my comment and we had a really friendly back and forth in the thread. It was nice to see she doesn't hold a grudge about some high school bullshit from a million years ago."

"I guess."

"What?"

"Well, I mean, you're married now."

"Yeah."

"And you go by your full first name now too."

"Yes."

"And your profile picture is actually a picture of your niece."

"What about it?"

"Your name is completely different, and she didn't see your face. B probably had no idea who she was interacting with."

"Really?"

"Most likely."

"Wow. I could totally fuck with her."

"Please don't."

"I won't."

"Good."

"But I totally could. That's what matters."

It sure is.

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