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I nodded in agreement. “You’re right,” I said. “In the end, it doesn’t
matter what people think. It matters what they can prove. So as long as
this doesn’t end up on the web, I think we’re good. Speaking of which, you
did turn off the webcam, right?”

Jennifer stiffened. “Webcam? What webcam?” she squealed, scanning the
room frantically.

I tried my best to keep a neutral expression, but even my best poker
face was no match for my sister’s scrutiny. “Fuck you,” she smirked,
hitting me over the head with a pillow.
“Love you too.”