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There.

Does that ending suit your paranoia any better?

She wanted me to think it was some story she made up, but I knew it was true. I

could tell by the look in her eye, and in that moment, I knew I had one choice.

Get even.

So, what did you think of his latest post?

I haven't read anything since he posted that blog about fucking my best friend.

Who was that?

Oh, the televangelist.

That was your friend?

Mm -hmm.

He ruined her life.

Not that he would care. I mean, as long as he's making money, he doesn't care

who's back his job.

Yeah, he basically admitted to fucking my mom.

That sounds like something he would do.

And that doesn't bother you?

Of course it does.

What can I do? Really?

Nothing.

You can get even.

I tried that.

I was the one that encouraged my friend to sue him after that vlog. And what

happens? He gets a book deal.

He always just seems to win.

Maybe not this time.

What do you mean?

He still loves you, right?

Of course.

I think that he feels like he has to spend the rest of his life apologizing

me for that blog.

But he knows he got famous from that.

So, will he ever learn?

When he gets a taste of his own medicine.

What do you mean?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

Getting even.

Come on.

You can't tell me there isn't a little part of you that doesn't want events.

Of course I do.

Then, this is your event.

I cannot do this.

I'm not like him. I'm good.

this is crazy this is crazy

Better. Better.

Good girl.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

God, I've never been this bad before.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. That feels so good, huh? Oh, it does feel good.

Oh, my God. It's fucking amazing.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

I am not a bad

person. Your pussy says otherwise.

It's so fucking weird.

Oh, it's good. It's okay. You feel all right in my pockets?

Yeah, it feels so good.

I guess being a bad person is the way it is. Yeah.

Oh, it's good. Yes, it's good.

Oh shit.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

Tap tap tap.

Rub your foot.

Rub your foot.

Yeah? Mm -hmm.

Yeah.

Oh,

shit. There you go. There you go. There you go.

Check that. Uh -huh.

Let me smoke it. Smoke my ass.

That's it.

That's it. Lay down.

No.

Yeah.

Mm -hmm. You want to bounce on that? Yeah, I'm going to bounce on it. There

go. There you go.

There you go, there you go.

Are you?

Mm -hmm. There you go. There you go. You got it.

Oh, my God.

Holy fuck.

You really are very nice. Mm -hmm. Can I do it again?

Yeah.

That's amazing, huh?

Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going.

That's amazing.

I'm not a bad person for doing this.

Yeah, you are.

Alright. I'm just helping Carmen along.

Okay.

Nearly a year had passed since that day, and although I continued to hang out

with Lex and laugh at the absurdity of his vlog, I never told him about Reagan

and I, or what we had planned for him.

I was waiting for the right moment, and that moment had finally arrived.

Why don't you text like an adult?

What have you been up to, dude?

Oh, you know, fucking your mom every chance I can get.

I'm going to be mailing you something. Should I send it to your house or

somewhere else?

Send it to the house.

Wait, what is it?

Just a copy of the unpublished book I've been working on.

What book?

You haven't been working on a book. I have, and your publisher is about to

release it at the end of the year.

No, they aren't.

Yep. Why didn't anyone tell me?

You know, probably to avoid any fallout.

What fallout?

You'll see.