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Faith didn’t know how it happened.
She just knew it did.
And that her life, as she had known it, was over.
At least, it felt like it was.
The texts had been nonstop. Flooding her phone. Notifications, once the currency of her social life, were now a burden. A hardship. A trauma, even. She prayed that they would stop.
But they just keep coming.
Texts on her phone. Texts on her w******p. Messages on her f*******:. DMs in her i********: and Twitter. It was nonstop. It was flooding her life.
She couldn’t believe it.
At first, she had checked to make sure it wasn’t April 1. Her friend (and occasional lover) Vanessa had always been a big fan of the holiday, planning elaborate pranks on those closest in her life. But there was no way this had been one of Vanessa’s harmless, fun pranks.
