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My parents check Find My probably every hour. If I stop somewhere for more than five minutes I get a text. One time I stopped at a 7-Eleven for a Slurpee and my dad called asking if I'd broken down. I'm 17. I have a 3.9. I've never even been allowed to have a sleepover. Last fall my friend picked me up and we told our parents we were studying at the library. I set Find My to the library. We went back to her house and watched movies. I was home by 11. My dad asked how studying went. First quiet night I'd had in I don't know how long.

Snap and Insta. About 340k followers between them. The brand is rich girl who travels. I don't travel.

I generate the photos with AI. I set PinDrift to wherever the photo is supposed to be. I post. Snap Map shows me in Bali. The photo shows me at a villa in Bali. The location tag says Bali. Followers think I'm in Bali.

I'm in my bedroom in Ohio.

Brand deals pay based on the lifestyle, so I get paid like I actually live this. Last month a luggage company sent me $4k. They have no idea I've never left the state.

My wife passed two years ago. After that, my adult kids set up a family Find My share with me, "so they could check on me." They check constantly. I love them. But I'm 64, not 94.

Once a month I drive up to a cabin on a lake. I fish, I read, I am alone for two days. Before I leave, I freeze my phone at home all weekend. The kids see me sitting right there in the house. They don't call. They don't text. They don't worry.

I come back Sunday night and call my daughter for our weekly chat. She has no idea I've been gone.

Been freezing my Life360 since March. Mom is intense about it. Week before prom, my friend overheard me complaining and asked if I could do hers so she could sneak out. Did it that afternoon. She told three people. Those three told everyone.

Prom night I set my laptop up in the back seat of my car. People came out of the dance and walked over. Two or three minutes each. There was a line. By midnight basically everyone going to afters had hit 's lake house and not one Life360 alert had gone off.

Made $1,240 in one night.

Tinder Passport is $10 a month. They hide all the good filters behind it. I live in Cleveland. The dating pool here is, let's say, limited.

I started using PinDrift to set my phone to NYC on weekends when I was going to visit my sister there. Lined up dates ahead of time. Did this for a year.

PinDrift was $50 once. Tinder Passport would have been $120 over the same stretch.

Met my current girlfriend on one of those trips. We live in NYC now.

Married. Two kids. Every Saturday afternoon I tell my wife I'm driving 90 minutes to see my mom. My mom is fine. She knows I do this.

I'm actually at the local kart track.

I started racing 8 months ago. A couple times a year I do amateur car races at a road course an hour out. My wife thinks motorsports are dangerous and pointless. She would lose her mind if she knew.

My phone says I'm at my mom's all afternoon. Later I call my mom to thank her for lunch and she covers for me.

Four hours every Saturday, on track, alone in my helmet. Best secret of my life.

My girlfriend and I share Life360. It's been on for about a year now. She isn't a bad person. She just gets anxious when I'm out without her, and the texts start piling up if I'm somewhere she doesn't recognize.

So I started freezing my phone. Gym days. Library days. Days when I just wanted an hour to myself. Coffee shop reading. A walk around the lake. Nothing wild, honestly. Just somewhere I didn't have to explain.

Things have actually gotten better between us since I've had a little room to breathe. She doesn't know I do this. We're seeing a therapist about the trust stuff, and we're working on it.

Married 22 years. Two teens at home. About three years ago I started going to a queer men's support group on Thursday nights. My wife is on Find My, of course she is. I told her I picked up running.

So now, Thursday night, my phone runs a fake 4-mile loop around the neighborhood while I sit in the meeting. Same route every week. She watches the little dot trace it.

I come home sweaty, because the room has bad ventilation, and that part sells the whole thing. Three years in, she's proud of me. Proud of how committed I am to the running.

My grandma is 87 and sharp as a tack. My mom and aunts have decided she "can't handle" going anywhere. She wants to do stuff.

So I set both her phone and mine to her house, and I take her on day adventures. So far: a Saturday at the boardwalk, a casino trip where she won $50 on slots, a long lunch at a winery. The family checks Find My, sees us both parked at her place, and assumes I'm just visiting her at home.

Grandma calls these our secret missions. Every Friday afternoon she lights up, planning where we're going next.