He looked at her Twitter na and profile picture, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes softening a bit.
Her Twitter na was "Fluffy Cutie."
The profile picture was a big, chubby orange cat.
The Twitter na matched well with the big orange cat.
However, the fat cat didn’t quite match her temperant and appearance, although it looked cute, it was more like a greasy middle-aged uncle in the cat world.
Frank thought that if Joanna was a cat, she’d be one of those sweet and well-behaved types.
Like a Ragdoll cat or a Chinchilla, for example.
Frank didn’t know that the cat in Joanna’s profile picture was a big orange cat raised by Madam White.
After finding her Twitter, Frank opened her Twitter Monts.
He felt like a peeping Tom now.
Secretly flipping through the tracks of her life.
Sothing he’d never have done before.
He had no interest in knowing about anyone else’s life.
Not to ntion secretly understanding others without their knowledge, like now.
It’s been a long ti since he’s seen her.
He knew about her recent state from her recent blog posts, and from Yannick Luther.
He wanted to see her.
The crazy urge to see her but having to hold back was unbearable.
When had Frank ever been so pathetic and wretched?
Even he himself was disgusted and found his current actions ridiculous.
But to learn more about her, to get closer to her, this was the only way he could do it.
Twitter Monts is a great way to get to know soone.
Frank had originally thought that Joanna’s Twitter Monts would be updated frequently, like other girls’, and most of them would be her selfies, but it wasn’t what he had imagined when he opened Joanna’s Monts.
Joanna’s Twitter Monts were not updated frequently.
She didn’t set any visibility limits for three days or half a year.
So Frank could see all of her updated Twitter Monts.
There were surprisingly few of them.
The most frequently, it would be an update once a week.
Most of the ti, it might only be updated once a month.
One of her Monts was updated after a gap of more than two months.
There weren’t many selfies in her Monts.
She mostly updated little things from her daily life.
Like the day she had a al she thought was delicious.
Or the day she encountered a stray cat and felt pity for it, feeding it ham from the supermarket.
Or the day she saw a movie she thought was great.
Out of the few selfies, one was about her complaining about having two pimples on her face after eating fondue for three days straight.
Another was about her not being able to sleep all night after drinking bubble milk tea and showing off her dark circles.
Unlike so girls who post heavily beautified and photoshopped pictures, her pictures were not only bare-faced, but even looked as if they were taken with the original cara.
Her face was so close to the cara, but it still looked great.
Her skin was so fair, delicate, and smooth that even without photoshop, there were no flaws visible.
Frank stared at those two selfies with pimples and dark circles for a long ti, his long and soft phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, as if he were enchanted.
No matter how he looked, Joanna in those two selfies seed extrely adorable.
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