From: Nick Acevedo
Date: February 25
Subject: SKIP!
Hello, lovely.
I'm forfeiting the asterisk/footnote debate and telling you right now that I've missed the fuck out of you. I want you, anywhere that I can get you, as soon as possible. Name the time and place, and I'll bring the extra-large penis. I'll need an entire day with your dewy petals, and now that I think of it, that's probably not enough. A week. Maybe more.
You know, I'd text you all my filthy thoughts from bed if you let me. Admit it, Skip, that would be fun.
Okay, now that we've covered that: yeah, that's the gist of things with Sam.
Nick
*I want that time and place, lovely.
**Gastro Girl isn't great. Things went sour with the resident.
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
Date: February 25
Subject: demanding much?
Dude, I haven't been in my apartment in two months and my ass is still partially frozen. Give me a couple of days to sort out my life before you come at me with the grabby hands. Pretend (just for shits and giggles) that you want more than my tits.
Keep me posted if you hear anything on the Sam front, por favor.
*Stop it with the texting. I don't like texting.
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To: Erin Walsh
From: Nick Acevedo
Date: February 26
Subject: Very demanding. Totally demanding.
Of course I want more than your tits! Are you fucking kidding me, Skip?
I want to hear some random historical facts, and a detailed accounting of all the things you've researched since the summer. And yeah, I want you naked and underneath me but it's not about sex. It's never been about sex, and I think you know that.
Por supuesto, mamí.
*Why don't you like texting? Isn't that your generation's thing?
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
