11:31 a.m.: Bea: I guess I’ll allow it :P
11:34 a.m.: Josh: um well I got a gig on New Year’s Eve
11:35 a.m.: Bea: OMG WHAT
11:39 a.m.: Brendan: that’s SICK congrats man!!!
11:41 a.m.: Deepti: and you got us tickets right?
11:42 a.m.: Judith: YOU GOT US TICKETS RIGHT????
11:44 a.m.: Josh: well it’s for a wedding so…
11:46 a.m.: Brendan: still sick
11:50 a.m.: Nora: that’s amazing Josh
11:51 a.m.: Bea: so what will the rest of us do? Party?
11:52 a.m.: Judith: I’m down
11:54 a.m.: Brendan: for sure
11:59 a.m.: Nora: I think I might see this one out guys?
12:01 p.m.: Bea: are you asking us permission? Lol
12:05 p.m.: Nora: I guess so yeah
12:07 p.m.: Deepti: Nora, you never have to ask
12:08 p.m.: Brendan: yeah have fun doing your witch stuff Nora, we love you no matter where you celebrate New Year’s Eve
12:10 p.m.: Nora: does he mean journaling?
12:11 p.m.: Judith: yes. Yes he does.
4:13 p.m.: (+49) Ber-Finn: Congrats Josh! Tell me where the party is, Bea! I’ll be there!
4:15 p.m.: Brendan: well well well the prodigal son returns
(+49) BER-FINN, DECEMBER 5, 2025
7:23 p.m.: Nora: weird question: do you check your old phone?
7:25 p.m.: (+49) Ber-Finn: like with the Canadian number? No? it’s at my sister’s I think
7:28 p.m.: Nora: ah cool
7:29 p.m.: (+49) Ber-Finn: why?
7:31 p.m.: Nora: no reason. I got your postcard
7:34 p.m.: Nora: and I just wanted to say that I miss you so fucking much, too. And no, I don’t consider you my frenemy. Not anymore. I don’t even miss you as my midnight kiss. I just miss my friend.
7:35 p.m.: Nora: sorry, that’s a lot to put in a text message
7:51 p.m.: (+49) Ber-Finn: that’s ok. it was a lot for me to put in a postcard.
