FAYE: Can you take it down, please?
ZEKE: You’re going to have to be more specific
FAYE: The photo you posted to Instagram
ZEKE: The one of me and you? Why?
FAYE: Did you read the comments?
ZEKE: Comments? Why would I read the comments?
ZEKE: Those fuckers don’t know what they’re talking about, Faye.
ZEKE: You are beautiful and I love this picture. It’s staying up.
ZEKE: I’ll handle it.
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7/19 12:53 AM
ZEKE: Those asshats won’t be a problem again.
FAYE: What did you do? Did you delete comments?
ZEKE: And blocked the biggest fuckers.
FAYE: You can’t just block it out.
ZEKE: Sure I can.
FAYE: Well, I can’t.
ZEKE: Let me try.
FAYE: Zeke, it doesn’t just stop at the comments. Even with my accounts on private, I get messages.
ZEKE: Don’t open them. Don’t answer them. You let me deal with it.
FAYE: You can’t fight all my battles
ZEKE: I can try.
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7/22 1:56 PM
FAYE: What would you say if I asked you to be on a soapbox derby team?
ZEKE: Marry me?
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7/25 3:24 PM
ZEKE: Did you try calling?
FAYE: Yeah, I was having lunch with your delightful sister-in-law and we were debating something