My best friend, defiled, just landed in Stockholm from Manila. She is being human-trafficked in to Europe by her British soon-to-be husband. I am perhaps only half-kidding.
So we get to relive living in New York and working furiously in cafes together. Co-habitation, caffeine, and productivity. She has to pump out an edited book. I have to pass these comprehensives for PhD Macro. I’m glad to have this moral support.
It’s not human trafficking, dear. It’s world domination by boyfriend usury.