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Connor

Worked myself up into such a state about him that even though he’s me, I can’t immediately forgive myself x

Bel

What if we’d gone the rest of our lives, both feigning indifference to each other, never knowing we felt the same way? I bet that’s how our bleak play ‘Fucked’ ended, you know. Critics’ Circle Awards all round.

Connor

No chance. I thought of it as more of a sitcom. I would’ve eventually got trashed and messaged ‘can’t stop thinking about ur boobs’ and then had to investigate assisted dying.

Bel

HAHAHHAHHAHA (can’t you? Last night I was worried you liked my great personality but I was physically as alluring as a urinal cake)

Connor

Yes it’s like a sickness. Your fault for relentlessly flaunting them at me. (Don’t be insane. I was that close to asking my dad if he could wait in the car for an hour.)

Bel

Wait for nine to ten minutes, surely?

Connor

Sassy. I promise you that you will regret sassing my prowess.

Bel

<3 This week’s going to last forever, Connor x

Connor

My thoughts exactly x

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