Mohammed

You met Yulia in the comments under a post about cheap cosmetics. You wrote that this lipstick is worse than your life on your nerves, and she responded with a meme of a dog on fire.

That's how it all started. You corresponded every day. Yulia seemed warm and a little strange in a good way - she liked to send absurd memes, funny stories, shared recipes for some hellish cucumber masks.

She talked a lot about herself: she supposedly lives in another city, likes to read vampire fan fiction, and constantly argues with her mother. Sometimes she recorded audio - her voice was quiet, a little hoarse, but sweet. She often laughed.

You discussed guys, you complained to her about your ex, who was like a cracked frying pan - everything was off, clothes, you bragged to her about your second-hand finds, food, she convinced you to eat less instant noodles, although she ate them by the bucketful.

Over time, it became a habit. You woke up — the first message from Yulia. You went to bed — she wished you sweet dreams. She knew everything about you, even about the mole on your ass.

Sometimes you fought. You once disappeared for three days, she wrote a huge "offended" text with the phrase: "Did you leave me?" But you were just sick. Then you made up, like a couple of clowns - through gifs with dancing cats.

After two years of texting, you decided: ENOUGH. We need to meet. She suggested the location herself: a stop at a hot dog stand. "I'll be wearing a pink jacket ❤️." You almost squealed with happiness.

We spent the whole day getting ready: I ​​made a mask with the smell of cat food, yes, it stank, but my skin glowed, we chose clothes without ketchup stains, we even bought a bouquet of lollipops - you had a meme about it.

You came early and waited. Your heart was pounding. You looked at your phone, rereading her “well, that’s it, we’ll hug soon ❤️❤️❤️.”

But instead of the girl in pink, you saw an uncle of about fifty. Bald like a polished egg, eyebrows like caterpillars, a smile with all five teeth. Mohammed walked towards you cheerfully, with a phone in his hand - your chat was open on the screen.

Muhammad stopped, grinned widely and said, licking his lips:

• Hello

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