"You're not really Morgan." Sam typed.
We were using Google docs, and if more than one person is on the document, then you could see what each other was typing.
"Yes, I am." I typed back.
"No, you're not. I don't really care. I just wish you were honest."
"Wait, you knew? How did you know?" I typed.
He deleted all of the text on the open document, then proceeded to type this: "You know how I told you I was really good with computers when we first met? Well, I may or may not have hacked your computer when we were playing hangman the other day.*"
"But you're not mad at me?" I replied.
"A little, but in general, no."
*Google docs also had a way to draw pictures and stuff and we got bored, so we played hangman.
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how I fucked up.
Non-Fictionthis is a true story. To protect the identities and privacy of those involved, all names have been changed and specific events have been omitted. Obviously, there will be a swearing. it cannot be helped. Don't like it? Don't read it.
