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I sent N a text message telling him that I received a piece of mail addressed to somebody with N’s first name and my last name. People have so much trouble with our unpronounceable names that they keep combining them in weird ways.

Then I headed to Target and stood in the Housewares section, wondering if I should buy a few things I wanted using N’s debit card. Because my account has no money as usual.

While I was standing there wondering what to do, I got a text message from N in response to my earlier text. “We are one” N wrote.

“Oh, well, in that case. . .” I exclaimed, whipping out his card and proceeding to pay for the items I wanted.

Texting can be a dangerous activity.