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Conor:And people think they’re neutral.
Star:That’s the best part. LOL. Hiding in plain sight.
Conor:I have to focus.
Star:Focus later. I think I have a way of accessing the accounts I need, just bear with me. So answer my question.
Conor:God, you’re bossy.
Star:You’re Irish. You’re used to bossy women. It’s hardwired into your DNA that you react when a woman bosses you around.
Conor:Oh, I react. I just can’t react how I want to through a computer screen.
Star:That again?
Conor:Lol.
Star:You’re proving it’s true that men are obsessed with sex.
Conor:I AM a man.
Star:I know. You can’t help it. Still. Try.
Conor:LMAO. You’re the one who lets me think about you in the tub. I think I’m controlling myself very well for a man whose BFF is his right hand.
Star:Why not your left? I thought you were a southpaw.
Conor:I’m ambidextrous.
Star:Really?
Conor:Yes, another secret only you know.
Star:Why is it a secret?
Conor:I’m a man of mystery.
Star:You’re an odd duck is what you are. Not sure if you’re a man of mystery…
Conor:My ego will never heal from that cutting slight.
Star:You need to stop watching so muchBridgerton, dude.
Conor:YOU told me to watch it!!
Star:I didn’t think you’d get into it.
Conor:Like you didn’t.
Star:Nah. Too many crusty genitals for my taste. That dude’s hot though. The duke.
Conor:I agree. I hope he’s the next Bond.
Star:When your brother IS a Bond, how can you even like that shit?
Conor:You’re a Bourne. I like that too. I don’t discriminate.
Star:I’m more of a Black Widow but without supernatural talents. Damn, I’d have managed to cause some shit if I did.
