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SNAPCHAT, PLAY ME ON BANDCAMP, RUSSELL ME ON BRANDCAMP, TRACK

MY WORKOUTS ON RUNKEEPER, CHECK OUT MY GLUTES ON BUMPEEPER, CHAT

ME ON SLACK, RAT ME ON PACK, FLOSS ME ON PLAQUE, JACK ME ON

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SPANISH ON HILARIA'SNOT, CLEAN ME ON DYSON, HERD ME ON BISON,

MIKE ME ON TYSON, DADDY ME ON MY SON, DISTRACT MY KIDS ON

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ON BIKINIBODY, GIVE UP AFTER A WEEK ON LINGUINEBODY, BUY ME

TICKETS ON STUBHUB, GET ME DINNER ON GRUBHUB, HANG OUT THE

PASSENGER SIDE OF YOUR BEST FRIEND'S RIDE ON SCRUBHUB, SHARE

ME A TASK ON TRELLO, PLAY ME A SONG ON CELLO, MAKE ME A MOLD ON

JELLO, GREET ME IN COCKNEY LIK“" ELLO!”

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FILMS ON LETTERBOXD, GREASE MY HAIR ON NEVERWASHED, KEEP UP

WITH THE NEWS ON FLIPBOARD, KEEP UP WITH MY GAINS ON

RIPPEDCORD, SELL ME STUFF ON SHOPIFY, GET ME

A QUIET ROOM ON I NEED A CRY, MEDITATE WITH ME ON HEADSPACE,

FORGET THE WORD “BAKERY” ON“ WHAT'S IT CALLED?

BREAD PLACE?” OR, IF YOU WISH, FEEL FREE TO

WRITE ME AN OLD-FASHIONED LETTER BY ADDRESSING IT TO TELEVISION

CITY STUDIOS, 7800 BEVERLY BOULEVARD, LOS ANGELES,

CALIFORNIA 90036.

ENCLOSE A LOCK OF YOUR HAIR AND ON THE LAST LINE OF THE LETTER

WRITE, “MY DARLING JAMES, I HOPE TO SEE YOU AT THE END OF THIS

TERRIBLE WAR,” IN A SOUTHERN ACCENT.

I KNOW IT'S HARD TO WRITE IN A SOUTHERN ACCENT, BUT HAVING

READ SEVERAL GOTHIC NOVELS SET IN THE AMERICAN SOUTH, I'LL KNOW

WHAT YOU MEAN, MY SWEET JOSIAH.

I'LL KNOW.

WE'LL EXCHANGE LETTERS FOR A TWELVEMONTH,

AND THEN YOUR LETTERS WILL STOP ABRUPTLY.

NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO, I'LL CARRY ON WITH MY LIFE,

EVENTUALLY QUITTING THE SHOW SO I CAN TEND TO THE FAMILY FARM.

EVENTUALLY, I'LL PUBLISH A BEST- SELLING BOOK OF OUR

CORRESPONDENCE, AND IT'LL BE ADAPTED INTO A MOVIE STARRING

IDRIS ELBA, AND ME, JAMES CORDEN AS ME, JAMES CORDEN.

ONE DAY, IDRIS AND I WILL BE EATING CROISSAN'WICHES ON SET

AND HE'LL SAY, “TELL ME ABOUT JOSIAH,” AND I'LL SAY, “ALL THAT

I KNOW OF HIM IS IN THOSE LETTERS.”

AT THIS POINT, I'LL HEAR A VOICE FROM BEHIND ME, IN THAT DISTINCT

SOUTHERN TWANG: “MY DARLING JAMES.”

MY EYES WILL WELL UP IN TEARS.“ OH, MY GOD, JOSIAH!

IT'S YOU.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S REALLY YOU.”

AT WHICH POINT YOU'LL PUT YOUR HANDS TO MY LIPS, AND SAY “SHHH,

JAMES...I'M SUING YOU FOR PUBLISHING MY PRIVATE

CORRESPONDENCE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.”

AND I'LL SAY, “YEAH.

THAT'S FAIR.”