My last ditch plan: cold turkey in the woods. Ludicrous, that renting a cabin with nothing in it is now marketed to burnt-out professionals as a digital detox.
Her phone is now dead, mine stashed in the cabin's lockbox. We're unable to discuss our usual fare: AI-generated memes of Harry Potter with a Jamaican twist, the latest clips of Ben Affleck raw-dogging life. We go deeper than usual, talking about our childhoods, comparing hopes and fears.
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