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I had barely entered my office the next morning when I was accosted by Grace who rushed over to me, her eyes bugged and face drawn. “Did you see Twitter?” she asked, gasping.
“Twitter?” I continued walking, Grace in tow. “I don’t have time to spend on Twitter.” I assumed she was going to tell me about another stupid Trump tweet.
“You have to see this,” she insisted. She handed me the printout of Bud Showers tweet.
Don’t seek help from Dr. Grant Garrick. He killed my sister overprescribing addicting narcotics.
I cringed, caught my breath. “Where did you get this?”
“I have my computer set up to pick up anything about you.”
I gave her a look and continued to my office. She was a lot older than me and had more social media expertise. Unusual I know. The younger generations took to th
