"Yeah & who hasn't dreamed of marching up to some pedophile & saying 'My name is Chris Hansen from DATELINE NBC & your sorry ass is toast'?" MarkBaynard's response was immediate: "Glad to see you have such high-brow taste in entertainment."Ī reluctant grin curved her lips as she typed, "What can I say? ROCK OF LOVE: TOUR BUS can't be on every night." Are you auditioning for TO CATCH A PREDATOR?" and hitting the Update button. Taken aback, Abby studied the cheery little profile pic of a plump bluebird that appeared to belong to one MarkBaynard for a long moment before cautiously typing, "That depends. A message popped up on the screen, rewarding her persistence: "R U a virgin?" She decided to try one more time before retreating to the steamy oblivion of the shower. She refreshed her screen two times in quick succession. She drummed her fingers on the MacBook's touchpad for a minute, then typed, "Hallooo…? Is anybody out there?"
Apparently users of Twitter had better things to do with their time than attend her little pity party. Sighing, she finally settled on the truth: "I'm feeling sorry for myself." She hit the Update button and waited. Her fingers hovered over the keys, torn between typing, "None of your business" and "I'm sipping Cristal on the beach at St. An empty box invited her to answer one simple question-"What's happening?" Having "Followers" made her feel like some sort of kooky religious cult leader.
According to the page that popped up, Abby was now Abby_Donovan and she already had seventeen Followers.
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