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“inna sends her love,” karyna states, her voice flat and the practiced smile sitting on her face. it had been so long since she’d seen him in person, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d spoken him without the medium of facetime between the two, “how is your husband?” 

“alright, so if i were to have, say, a comically giant bottle of sake... what would be your thoughts on getting blackout drunk in a karaoke bar and making tmz tomorrow?” parker liked to start conversations like that, “listen, the bottle is longer than my arm, it’s like a fuckin’ cartoon. if that sweetens the deal.”