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morning.
    Abby_Donovan: Ah …another airport, another glamorous city! So where in the world is Mark Baynard today?
    MarkBaynard: VIEW FROM MY iPHONE: http://twitphoto.com/MB7stc
    Abby_Donovan: Wistful sigh …Ah, Tuscany! ’Fess up. Tell me what you’re doing at this very minute.
    MarkBaynard: Sipping a lush Merlot on the balcony of a villa overlooking the vineyards. You?
    Abby_Donovan: VIEW FROM MY LAPTOP: http://tweetpic.com/282519066
    MarkBaynard: Is that Captain Jack Sparrow hisself peeking over the back of your computer? Avast ye matey! Have I missed Talk Like a Pirate Day?
    Abby_Donovan: When I get discouraged my Captain Jack doll swaggers onto my desk and mumbles sweet nothings in my ear to inspire me.
    MarkBaynard: I thought that was my job. So what have you written today?
    Abby_Donovan: 2 blogs, 7 Facebook updates & 18 tweets. Oh, & a check to the cable company. You would have been stunned by my eloquence on the MEMO line.
    MarkBaynard: If all else fails, maybe we can publish our tweets and pass them off as a collaboration.
    Abby_Donovan: Only if the police don’t seize them as evidence after they search your refrigerator.
    MarkBaynard: I’ll print them out and hide them behind the bottle of Chianti. Next to the fava beans.
    Abby_Donovan: They might need a mug shot for AMERICA’S MOST WANTED too. Why don’t you send me a pic with you actually IN it?
    MarkBaynard: You HAVE sent me naked pictures of your cats. Maybe it is time we exchanged pics. Clothing optional, of course. At least for you.
    Abby_Donovan: I guess that means the Catholic schoolgirl uniform is a no-go.
    MarkBaynard: Whoa! Let’s not be too hasty.
    Abby_Donovan: Meet me back here in 15 minutes. We’ll synchronize our watches, count down from 10, and push the UPLOAD button at the exact same nanosecond.
    MarkBaynard: It’s a date.
Monday, May 9—2:10 P.M.
    MarkBaynard: Are you sure you’re ready for this?
    Abby_Donovan: I was born ready, baby. Deep breath. Ten …
    MarkBaynard: Nine …
    Abby_Donovan: Eight …
    MarkBaynard: Seven …
    Abby_Donovan: Six …
    MarkBaynard: Five …
    Abby_Donovan: Four …
    MarkBaynard: Three …
    Abby_Donovan: Two …
    MarkBaynard: NOW!!!
    MarkBaynard: http://twitphoto.com/MB7ste
    Abby_Donovan: http://tweetpic.com/282519068
    MarkBaynard: That’s odd. You’re a dead ringer for Angelina Jolie in that pic. You even have the same tattoos.
    Abby_Donovan: And you are the spitting image of Brad Pitt. When did you get your pic snapped on the red carpet at the Oscars?
    MarkBaynard: If you want to know the truth, I’m crushed. I was hoping you looked a lot more like Jennifer Aniston.
    Abby_Donovan: And I was hoping you looked a lot more like David Schwimmer.
    MarkBaynard: So … now that we’ve exchanged fake pics, it’s confirmed that we’re both in the Witness Protection Program.
    Abby_Donovan: Or we’re both craven cowards with intimacy issues.
    MarkBaynard: Don’t be ridiculous. I can be very intimate. Sometimes I even call my students by their first names.
    Abby_Donovan: Everybody is so transparent these days but always in a very superficial way. Is it so wrong to want to preserve a little mystery in life?
    MarkBaynard: Not if you’re in the Witness Protection Program.
    Abby_Donovan: Besides, I sort of like it this way. I can change your appearance based on my mood. Monday you might be Gerard Butler. Tuesday, Clive Owen …
    MarkBaynard: And I can change your outfit according to mine. Monday you could be a Catholic schoolgirl. Tuesday a naughty nurse …
    Abby_Donovan: What? No leather-clad, whip-toting dominatrix?
    MarkBaynard: I’m saving her for Saturday night. Especially if I’ve been a very naughty boy that week.
    Abby_Donovan: Shall we make a pact then? I won’t go looking for your pic online if you won’t go looking for mine.
    MarkBaynard: You’re on. You shall remain a woman of mystery in a French maid costume and stiletto heels.
    Abby_Donovan: And you shall remain Hugh Jackman, Jude Law, Matthew