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purple ringlets scattered throughout her dark brown curls, her
phone buzzed.
Lololol, Diamond had written, followed by

Fit smiled. you don’t think i look like a dumbass????
Well. Yeah. But a funny dumbass.

In the first four days, the video only got fifteen views. But
two weeks later, Fit’s hair having faded to a mellow lavender,
the song ended up on the homepage of Reddit. It was Frankie,
back from DC, who told her the news. “You’re blowing up!”
Fit checked the video. It had 20,078 views, 48 comments,
and 564 people were following her channel. Thousands of
people had seen her face, heard her voice; it was an odd yet
powerful feeling. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Frankie asked, “You gonna make another one?”
“Duh.”
Fit stuck with the TV theme; her knowledge of shows was
vast, the television like another parent to her and Frankie. They
generally took care of themselves after school, Dubs either at
the casino or sleeping if he was working the night shift. Fit
would make a bag of popcorn and she and Frankie would park
themselves in front of the TV for the afternoon. Dubs tried to
get them to watch less, claiming they’d ruin their eyes, but he
was usually too tired to enforce any rules.
For her second video, Fit decided on the original Beverly
Hills 90210. Like her first song, the lyrics didn’t take long.
She was about to start recording when Frankie yelled, “Wait!”
and ran to the kitchen to grab a roll of tinfoil. “People keep
commenting about your hair.” He tore off a piece and quickly
fashioned a necklace. She put it on, ignoring a sharp edge
poking into the side of her neck.

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