text: Jean: Frankie, my phone finally packed up. That's from Kuba's phone, just to let you know.
  Frankie: God that you wrote. I was starting to worry why you don't reply to my messages.
  Jean: Kuba says it's beyond repair and I need a new phone.
  Frankie: Anyway jet me as soon as you have a new one.
target: Jean's phone is broken. She needs a new one.