Also, he’s not going to get fired. He’s not going to find us. At most, he will learn an important lesson about phishing
in a way that’s minimally harmful to his life and the company he works for. Calm down, all right?
I gotta get back to this very important argument I’m having with a stranger on the internet about whether Chewbacca is a person.
Holly came by with the check, an unsubtle reminder that we’d overstayed our welcome.
I put down the debit card Mom had given me—Daisy never had any money
and my mom let me charge twenty-five dollars a week as long as I kept straight As.
Beneath the table, I rubbed my thumb against the callus of my finger. I told myself that Daisy was probably right,
that everything would probably be fine. Probably. Daisy didn’t look up from her phone, but said, “Seriously, Holmesy.
I won’t let anything happen. I promise.” “You can’t control it, that’s the thing,” I said.
“Life is not something you wield, you know?” “Hell yes, it is,” she mumbled, still sunk into her phone.
“Ugh, God, now this guy is saying I write bestiality.” “Wait, what?” “Because in my fic, Chewbacca and Rey were in love.
He’s saying it is—and I am quoting—‘criminal’ because it’s interspecies romance.
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