text: Erin: Hi James, do you have a minute?
  James: Sure, what's going on?
  Erin: I just picked Sam from school and his teacher told me he was late yesterday.
  James: Traffic was terrible yesterday.
  Erin: I don't care if traffic is terrible, if you oversleep or god-knows-what happens. Our son cannot be late to school!
  James: Chill out Erin, things happen. 
  Erin: I will not chill out and I do not appreciate you telling me to chill out. Where is his biology book?
  James: In his room.
  Erin: I am standing in his room and it is not there.
  James: In his room in my apartment.
  Erin: You mean on the desk in the dark corner of the one room in your studio apartment?
  James: Fuck off Erin, it was your idea that I should move out. I did and now you're questioning my apartment choices. Fuck off, seriously.
  Erin: Screenshots of this conversation will be useful in the future, James. Thank you.
  James: <file_photo>
target: Erin picked Sam from school. He was late yesterday, because there was heavy traffic. Erin can't find Sam's biology book. It's in James's apartment.