Beating My Catfisher At His Game
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The screen of my phone flickered to life, casting a cold, blue glow across my darkened dorm room. It was a message from her.
“Babe, I’m so down right now. You’re the only one who truly understands me. Can we talk?”
I stared at the words, my heart hammering against my ribs—not with the fluttering excitement of a lover, but with the cold, hard rhythm of a survivor. I tapped out a response: “Of course.”
No one would have guessed that three months from now, this "sweet" digital romance would be the thing that dragged me into a bottomless abyss.
