NO EXITS

[Filtered Away from Alex]
Nothing like your ex showing up in the middle of "singing our feelings" week.

I really hope there's a bar I can go for booze and anonymous sex wherever we end up next.

I'm going to need a room where I can [...] slip out of these bandages from time to time. And preferably a room where nobody's likely to go, tucked behind other rooms where nobody's likely to go, because people will melt and die.

I feel like that's probably Fuck Jack the Ripper Anyway.

Can we get things from home?

And I burned a grilled cheese. Ignore the smoke, there's nothing to worry about.

So this place is real.

I was half convinced I was having a fever dream from too much sunshine and fresh air.