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Clarissa: Ugh. Leave it to you to go there. Rolling eyes emoji.

Troy: My bad. Thanks for sharing the video. Our poor kid.

Clarissa: It’s so sad. I hate laughing at him, but it’s hysterical. Have you watched his others?

Troy: Yeah, it’s crazy how outspoken he is and totally different when he’s not on camera.

Clarissa: You think that’s something to be concerned about?

It hits me. She’s asking for advice or at least asking for my say about his well-being. It’s something.

Troy: Maybe he’s just more comfortable expressing himself on camera. I was shy when I was his age up until high school.

Clarissa: I can’t imagine that. Like at all.

Troy: It’s the truth. It might surprise you to know I had confidence issues. What about you?

Clarissa: I’m a pretty good dancer. I was on the drill team for a few years and then got bored. I had a healthy confidence growing up.

Clarissa: You there?

Troy: Trying not to picture you in tiny shorts kicking your legs up.

Clarissa: How’s that going?

Troy: I’m sporting a semi in the UPS break room, and I’m not alone.

Clarissa: You’re such a man.

Troy: Thank you. Want to send me a video of an old routine?

Clarissa: Goodnight.

Troy: Don’t go. I’ll behave.

Clarissa: I have to be up in three hours to teach American youth.

Troy: Do you like teaching?

Clarissa: Love it, but this level is hard. Hard to keep them interested.

Troy: I bet you’re a fantastic teacher. If I were your student, I’d sit up front.

Clarissa: Uh huh.

Troy: I would sharpen all your pencils for you.

Clarissa: Bang my erasers too?

Troy: Yep. Bring you an apple a day.

Clarissa: I hate apples.

Troy: How un-American.

Clarissa: Deal with it.

Troy: So, do you want me to try and teach him?

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