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Sloane
What? Obvious how?
Fuck, did we leave condoms in a shot or something?
oh god can you see the vibrators in my suitcase
Max
WAIT tell me more about the vibrators in your suitcase
vibratorS? With an S? For a two-night trip?
Sloane
maxwell golding I swear to god
PLEASE edit out the condoms and/or underwear hanging from a ceiling fan
Max
Our rooms didn’t HAVE ceiling fans, no condoms in a shot
My lawyer is also my friend Zach, who says it’s “just so fucking obvious,” that’s all
Sloane
Oh, lol
I’m impressed at your lawyer’s fuckdar
Max
I’ll tell him, he’ll be thrilled
Sloane
BTW today I told one of my coworkers about my ghost hunting vacation and wound up hearing for thirty minutes about the ghost car that he SWEARS is in his garage. I blame you for this
Max
I’m driving back IMMEDIATELY to do a video on the ghost car, tell me everything
Sloane
Sometimes he hears a mysterious vrooming sound at night
Max
Spooky
Chapter Fourteen
Because they were a bunch of fucking dorks, Sloane’s friends threw a viewing party. There weren’t, like, invitations or anything, but they got YouTube up on the TV at Ronnie’s house, bought beer, popped popcorn, and crammed five people onto a couch and a recliner. They all cheered and applauded every time Sloane came on the screen, which she found both heartwarming and horrifying, and paused for five minutes to argue about which laundry symbol was on the pentagram.
“Wait,” Ronnie said when the video finished. “So, who did all that stuff?”
“Ghosts, duh,” said Leo, who was sprawled in the armchair like bones were a suggestion, not an anatomical fact. “Were you paying any attention at all?”
