Icing Him Out: Mallory
I laid in bed, scrolling my i********:. Riley had shared a bunch of pictures from his backyard. His cat, Venus, was stretched across the porch furniture like she paid rent. I liked the post and continued through the multiple posts from Kingsport University, the lab I was hoping to intern at, and a couple of Callie’s selfies. Then I saw it. People you may know: jaybird93 It hadn’t existed a couple of weeks ago when I had typed ‘Jay Dawson’ into the search. It hadn’t even existed the night of the bonfire. My thumb hovered over the image of him at The Sandbar, the sun hitting his hair just right. Against my better judgement, I clicked on it. His page had one follower. He was following one person. I didn’t have to look to know who it was. There was one single post. A collage of him a
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