Page 9 of Filthy Feck

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Conor:When did you know that you were good at coding?

Star:When I was a teenager.

Conor:What happened?

Star:Managed to change the password on the alarm system that protected the family house.

Conor:Why? To cause trouble?

Star:Nah. I was pretty well-behaved back then.

Conor:At least you recognize that you’re not well-behaved now. Lol.

Star::P

Star:Oh, I can recognize it and admit to choosing to veer from the path of righteousness…

Conor:Meaning that you were on a righteous path at one point?

Star:For sure. You don’t enlist for shits and giggles. Surely Eoghan taught you that much.

Conor:I figured he wanted out of the Irish Mob lol and Uncle Sam wasn’t as big of a pain in the ass as Da is.

Star:It amazes me how you all let him get away with the stunts he pulls.

Conor:He’s our da. Don’t have to like him to know he wants what’s best for us.

Star:You genuinely believe that?

Conor:Most of the time.

Star:And all you alphabet brothers feel the same?

Conor:The what now?

Star:Alphabet brothers. Ya know, seeing as your ma was so lacking in creative insight into her kids’ names she put them in alphabetical order.

Conor:Hey, at least we don’t have biblical names. I’ll take Conor over a saint’s name.

Star:Odd priority, but fine lol.

Star:Do you love him?

Conor:Who? Da?

Star:Yeah.

Conor:I guess. It’s not an easy love though.

Star:Meaning?

Conor:Meaning that it’s a habit. We do as we’re told. We go to church. We eat Sunday dinner at the compound.

Conor:It’s like getting up and showering. You do it because you’re supposed to.

Star:I rarely do what I’m supposed to.

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