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them to hear it. She found a beat she liked, opened the video
camera on her computer, and got to work. The song only lasted
forty-five seconds, but it took her three tries to record because
she kept laughing at the line, “Elliot’s wife will beg me not to
do it, but I’ll be the victim of Stabler’s special unit.”
She already had a YouTube account under the name “Fitted
Sheet.” It was an inside joke between her and Diamond from
when she had broken up with her first boyfriend, Jackson. He’d
been older than her—a senior when Fit was a sophomore—and
they became official after a month of Facebook messaging. But
things quickly turned sour. He always wanted to know where
she was, got mad at her if she went to the casino without him.
The constant checking in was suffocating. In the last few weeks
of their relationship, when Fit knew it was over, she started
posting an overload of pictures of herself doing fun things
without him. The Instagram post that had finally pushed him
over the edge was one of her and Pistols having snuck onto the
casino floor, sitting side-by-side at the slot machines. He’d sent
her a screenshot of her own post and said, Im done with this
bullshit. You’re a mess. Like a goddamn fitted sheet. You’re
only good on the bed. Fit didn’t respond. She and Diamond
laughed about the ludicrous yet inventive insult later that night.
“Fitted sheet, huh?” Diamond had said. “You should take that
as a compliment. Means no one can tell you what to do. No
matter how hard they try.” And the nickname stuck.
The Law & Order video was Fit’s first upload. Before that,
she’d only used her account to follow her favorite YouTubers.
She sent the link to Frankie and Diamond and wrote, look at
this dumb thing i made lol.
Fit rinsed the dye out of her hair, leaving a bluish circle
around the shower drain, and while she was admiring the perfect

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