❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞
"I'm going to commit suicide in one months time."
"I think you have the wrong number."
"It can't be t...
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"Welcome to how to stop a big shot celebrity from killing himself 101."
"Y-y-you- how did you?"
"Shane. My dear, dear Lost Shane. I have a brain, that is how. Unlike the air headed, completely oblivious but strangely plot appropriate dumb girls in chick flicks, I can join dots together."
"Dots?"
"Dots. Well, really only two dots, so it was more of a line."
"Let me guess, you went all Scooby-Doo on me and picked up on the-"
"-when you accused me of saying that I hated you but was like super conflicted afterward? Yeah. That was kind of a give away."
"Mistake of mine?"
"Big mistake. But...also kind of a bonus."
"Bonus? How the hell is it a bonus?"
"For two reasons."
"What two reasons?"
"Shut up Lost Shane, you sound like a whining child and it is not a good look for you."
"You can't see me."
"I can imagine your overly prominent cheekbones forming a pouty face."
"You still going for that good looking thing?"
"I'm not the type of girl who denies a good looking guy when I see one."
"..."
"I do...I really do need to apologize for those things I said. It was completely out of-"
