Devi
Devi,
No concierge.
It’s down to Tasmania, Haiti, Morocco, or somewhere in the Amazon.
Fun fact, I just now realized that the Amazon is not in Africa. That’s embarrassing. I think I mixed it up with the Congo all this time. Weird.
Why aren’t you sleeping?
Dane
Dane,
Haiti? Are you insane?
Also, please don’t go to the Congo.
Why is your phone turned off? It keeps going straight to voicemail.
Devi
Devi,
Actually I just spun a globe and those were the places my finger landed on so far.
I might re-spin.
I actually destroyed my phone with a hammer and burned the pieces. After IT erased it for me.
Dane
Dane,
How could I sleep?
I want to know where you’re going.
I’m trying to FaceTime you and you’re not answering.
I’m afraid you haven’t really thought this through. How will we fight while you’re away?
How will I sext you?
See what you’ve done? I’m desperation flirting.
You’ll pick up another phone on your travels, right?
Devi
Devi,
While I would like nothing more than for you to sext me, I’m serious about this break.
It’s not about you.
Did you know it’s fucking freezing but beautiful in Mongolia this time of year? I didn’t know.
