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(9:13 AM)Sloane:Oh and score a touchdown for me
(9:13 AM)Sly:I’ll see what I can do
(7:30 PM)Sloane:How’d the game go?
(7:35 PM)Sly:We won
(7:36 PM)Sloane:Look at you, so nonchalant
(7:36 PM)Sloane:Also, I know you won. I do have access to the internet, you know
(7:36 PM)Sly:What did you expect me to say?
(7:37 PM)Sloane:I don’t know. Something along the lines of I was a golden god, perhaps? Four touchdowns in the first half alone?
(7:37 PM)Sly:You told me to get you a touchdown
(7:37 PM)Sly:Golden god, huh?
(7:37 PM)Sloane:If the shoe fits…
(7:37 PM)Sloane:Also, I always knew you were an overachiever
(7:38 PM)Sly:Always?
(7:38 PM)Sloane:Since my dressing room last night anyway
(7:38 PM)Sly:I do what I can
(7:38 PM)Sly:How are you? Where are you?
(7:38 PM)Sloane:Just landed in Portland after a few meetings in LA. Where are you?
(7:39 PM)Sly:20,000 feet over Arizona. Or maybe it’s New Mexico now. Hard to tell
(7:39 PM)Sloane:Text me when you land. Let me know you got there safely please
(7:40 PM)Sly:You worried about me?
(7:40 PM)Sloane:I don’t have to be
(7:40 PM)Sly:No! I like it
(7:41 PM)Sloane:So text me
Monday, 9/29
(1:37 AM)Sly:Landed
(11:41 PM)Sloane:Just now??
(1:42 AM)Sly:An hour ago. Wanted to be home when I texted
(11:42 PM)Sloane:Oh yeah? Why’s that?
(1:42 AM)Sly:Thought you might be up for FaceTiming
(11:42 PM)Sloane:Oh, it was that kind of plane ride, was it?
