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Soren: There’s no breakup.
Winnifred: Fine, but I’m still not flying first class.
Soren: You want me to get you a charter—remember the footprints?
Winnifred: Carbon footprint, and fine, if this will help the environment, I’m in.Are you still using your ridiculous plane?
Soren: I haven’t flown.
Winnifred: Right, you won’t be back until it’s time for Friendsgiving.
Soren: And the pictures, don’t forget the pictures.
Winnifred: I can’t wait to see you ...unless you video call me again at four in the morning.
Soren: It won’t happen again.I will call when it’s daylight.
Winnifred: That’s why you’re my favorite fake-boyfriend.
Soren: Do you think we’re still faking it?
Winnifred: Ask me again after I land in Boston.
Soren: I’ll be texting and calling before then.
Winnifred: Yes, but we won’t discuss our little arrangement now, will we?
Soren: Fair, talk soon.
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Winnifred: How do you feel about matching flannel pajamas?
Soren: I feel like this is a trap.
Winnifred: It’s not.It’s a test.
Soren: So ...a trap dressed in buffalo plaid.
Winnifred: A test of character.Of seasonal commitment.Of whether you’re willing to match pajamas with your fake girlfriend while pretending not to be wildly attracted to her.
Soren: You’re forgetting the part where the pajamas are always too warm, and I look like an emotionally unavailable lumberjack.
Winnifred: So ...business as usual.
Soren: Touché.Fine.You pick the pajamas.I’ll bring the sarcasm and a coordinating pair of socks so you’re comfortable.
Winnifred: I knew you were in this for the aesthetic.
Soren: One day, you’ll stop pretending it is all about aesthetics.
Winnifred: Shhh.That’s my secret.When are you coming back?I bet you miss the unseasonal warm weather with those flurries we’ve had—all rolled into just one day.
Soren: Nothing like Colorado weather.
Winnifred: Yes, I don’t think I could be away for too long—I would miss my sun.
Soren: But if you were here, you wouldn’t miss me.
