First to the Bar

Todd always seems to be the first to bar and loves being the last to leave. In the corner of the pub where cold pints covered the little table by the fire, Todd shows me some of his favourite screenshots of the chat logs he's had with the catfish Kathleen. They got her down to a T. They got all her old photos and began uploading them as if they were recent.

Todd and Kathleen have hardly any mutual friends on Facebook. Kathleen has thousands of friends, but I don't know any of them. What I think is strange that neither I nor my grandfather is mutual friends with Kathleen.

I'm sure we were friends on Facebook. Maybe the catfight Kathleen blocked her family, close friends and any potential mutual from seeing her profile. That way, she can have full control over what she puts on Facebook. Anyone outside of the town would it's a fake profile.