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It was not a scream of rage, but a quiet, architectural marvel. She had curated it over seven years with the precision of a museum archivist. There were 1,247 accounts in total, each one a brick in a great, invisible wall she had built around her feed.

"Just trying to have a good-faith discussion." She had heard that phrase a thousand times. It was the mating call of the sealion—the person who swims up to your boat, honks politely, and slowly, patiently, capsizes you with the sheer weight of their "just asking." twitter blocked list

The block list wasn't a prison. It was a filter . Every second she spent explaining to Tom why "just asking" was a form of exhaustion was a second she wasn't writing her novel, or calling her mom, or taking a deep breath and feeling the sun on her face. It was not a scream of rage, but

Lena’s blocked list was, by any metric, a masterpiece. "Just trying to have a good-faith discussion

His name was Tom. He was a guy she’d gone on three perfectly fine dates with three months ago. He liked sourdough and hiking and talked about his feelings. She had thought, Maybe . But then he’d gone quiet. Now, he surfaced with a reply to her thread about algorithmic bias. Tom (@tombakesbread): I’m not saying racism isn't real. I’m just saying you seem to see it everywhere. Maybe the problem isn't the platform, it’s your perspective? Just trying to have a good-faith discussion. Lena stared at the notification. The little bell icon. The poison chalice.