The inability to hear conversations through an open email

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We started squealing and laughing as soon as Michelle got off the elevator at my office. She’s so beautiful inside and out and we were geared up for a full night o’ girl time, despite the presence of my two guys. I gave her a quick tour of the office, finished up some work and we were out by 5:10. In her car, maneuvering westbound on Colfax and discreetly sipping on green beer, we giggled about men and girls and then I got an email from someone I’d been talking about and so I quickly hushed her and she pointed out that he couldn’t hear what we were saying just because I was replying to his email and she was, of course, right and it made us laugh even more.

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