From: Nick Acevedo
Date: June 24
Subject: That time
It's really cute how you fish for affection, Skip. I miss you too, and life would be significantly improved if you weren't 2400 miles away, but instead of drinking that issue, I'm studying for board certification exams.
I get that you're an independent woman and I admire the fuck out of that, but if the internet in your apartment isn't working within the next 48 hours, you'll be handing the management of that issue over to me. I need you, Skip. Make it happen.
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
Date: June 24
Subject: That time
You know, you pretend that you're this chill, easy-going guy but peel back the layers and you're pushy and impatient.
You're an irritable onion.
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To: Erin Walsh
From: Nick Acevedo
Date: June 25
Subject: Irritable onion?
Let's pretend for the sake of argument that irritable onion makes any sense (it doesn't). By that logic, you're a moody raspberry, both sweet and tart.
Can we get back to the issues now: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THE INTERNET IN YOUR APARTMENT?
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
Date: June 26
Subject: I am NOT moody
You know how no one—not a single person in all of human existence—has ever calmed down after being told to calm down? Telling someone she's moody and then busting out the caps lock and unleashing some motherfucking fury isn't the way to prove thatI'mmoody.
It will be fixed in a few days, and I seem to think this exchange proves that you're an irritable onion.
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To: Erin Walsh
From: Nick Acevedo
Date: June 27
