What if Your Teenage Digital Past Came Back to Haunt You?

Charlie met with his co-worker Keith over lunch to plan a professional development day they were supposed to lead over April break, but Charlie kept losing the thread of the discussion. He couldn't stop thinking about who or what was maintaining backups of his old website. Keith sat opposite him with his compartmentalized lunchbox of raw ingredients; Keith only ever described the actions he performed on food as "meal prep," perhaps because cooking involved a willingness to adapt and surprise oneself. Charlie stabbed mindlessly at his corner-store Cobb salad, and by the second time he asked Keith to repeat something he'd just said, Keith's expression sank into sharp suspicion. "Charlie, come on," Keith said, but somewhat to Charlie's relief, Keith wasn't reading Charlie's mind and judging his salacious past.