"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.