texts: Okay. What do we do instead, write each other lurid love letters? </s> <s> I haven't time to argue. I'm a working girl. </s> <s> And I'm a working man! We're a regular working-class tragedy! 
labels: It is tragic! Or it will be... if we go on meeting in shabby hotels whenever you can find a tax-deductible excuse for flying down deductible here...