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The novel follows a girl who starts a celebrity gossip account.
As I brush my teeth, my eyes never leave my screen.
Ill have to remember to post anything about him that comes through.
It said something like:
And now shes hitting me up.
I launch the message and see text fill the screen.
It takes three full scrolls to get to the top.
My heart beats fast, and Im almost scared to see what she has to say.
But as I start reading, my fear turns to amusement.
I gnaw on my toothbrush as I punch in out a response.
She reads it immediately and writes back.
Oddly, I feel a burst of boldness, knowing she has no idea who she’s speaking with.
Its gone,I write.
People are going to think Im weak for taking it down, though.
I shake my head.
She wants to talk… on the phone?
I contemplate it for a minute but quickly decide that would be a horrible idea.
Id be one step closer to giving up my anonymity.
I shake my head and gargle some mouthwash before rushing back into the bedroom to finish getting ready.
I pour myself into another all-black outfit and grab my bag, heading for the door.
And that my DMs are blowing up.
I hold back a laugh.
Who the fuck do I think I am?
Ill never make it if I walk like I usually do.
I bite my lip and have a go at figure out my next move.
Plus, that way, I’ll be able to check deuxmoi in the privacy of the back seat.
When Im safely inside the nondescript sedan, I decide to respond to Kelsey.
Then I see shes sent a few voice notes, one that spans nearly a minute.
I get paid to post things on Insta.
I don’t ask for things forfree.
Another message comes in.You must think Im nuts to care so deeply about this, she writes.
If you get paid to do things on IG I dont think ur nuts, I reply.
A selfie appears of her sitting in an all-mirrored bathroom, the camera close on her face.
If she had fillers, she must have a great doctor, because I can’t tell.
Im almost at Sashas office, so I really need to nip this in the bud.
Either way, I decide to be real with her.
Just be honest,I write.
She starts typing but then the bubble goes away.
I had to unfollow u not out of disrespect but just to protect my feelings.
I look up and see Im right outside Styling by Sasha, with only a minute left to spare.
- Excerpted from the bookANON PLS.
A Novelby DeuxMoi.
Copyright 2022 by DeuxMoi, LLC.
From William Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.
