His phone pinged. It was another message from his mother.
Ever since she'd got that new smartphone she was texting him 100 times a day.
"I get free text messges," she had told him.
He was aware of that, but she didn't have to use them all on him.
The texts were bad enough, but she was following him on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Vine and everywhere else he had ever registered. He felt like he was being stalked.
He looked at the message.
"Dad is seriously ill. His cancer is back. ROFL."
The news was awful, as was her command of text speak.
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