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Ben:Did you get proper sleep?
Me:Define proper. 8 hrs like a responsible adult, or 4 hours, wine-soaked, with true crime doc whispering me to sleep?
Ben:I take that as a no
Me:Decent amount. Why are you suddenly my sleep tracker?
Ben:Because starting tomorrow you won't be sleeping much
Me:Okay. Threat or promise?
Ben:Yes
Me::P did you fix your bed?
Ben:Yeah. Paul and I revived it, it lives. So does the memory of you in it
Me:That's cheating. Real men wrestle with the ruins of their sexual demons alone
Ben:Real men conserve their energy for their girlfriends
Ben:Any word from your lawyer?
Me:Yes. Apparently Richard is in between financial advisors, and having a crisis, so he needs more time to respond. I tried calling him, tell him I don't want a cent, just want to sign and be done, but it's like he evaporated
Ben:I knew I should've snapped his wrist back when I had the chance, signed it for him, problem solved
Ben:What else have you been up to?
Me:Don't you know? You keep spying on me, I know it
Ben:Don't flatter yourself, baby. I check on you only when I miss you.
Ben:Which is every five minutes
Me:*heart-eyed-emoji* I actually found a great apartment. It has a small library because some contemporary author lived there before, and it's near Lu. Hope I get it
Ben:No
Me:What do you mean no?
Ben:I mean you're not signing a lease. I'll take care of extending the sublet upstairs
Me:It's fine, I need to start taking care of myself
Ben:Emma. Listen to me. Don't sign anything. If you do, I swear to God, I will get very, very angry
Me:Stop bossing me around
Ben:I'm not bossing. I'm telling you. Do not sign. I don't care if Hemingway lived there. Wait until I'm back
Me:You're intense, you know that?
Ben:No. I'm serious. Don't test me on this
Me:Sigh. Alright
