No posts from relatives or friends appeared on my social media homepage. But some unknown people published photos of the wedding venue. I didn't know who leaked the image to the public.
I took my phone out of my bag. Realizing it was off since I'd been on the plane, I wasn't surprised that it vibrated, indicating the number of incoming notifications. But feeling the long vibration, I glanced at the screen. An annoying person contacted me.
I ignored it. Feeling bored, I approached the cabinet in the kitchen and searched for snacks. I found potato chips on one of the cabinets, picked them up, and searched for a plate. I poured enough chips onto the plate and folded the top of the bag before stapling it.
That person called me again, so I answered. “I don't want to talk to you.”
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