Nothing Left Unsaid

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"If you have given up on me, I have give up on me, too."

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Actor Hans Potterman found dead in his apartment!

Welma Birdie, Spl Correspondent, E! Today

- 01 September 2015, Los Angeles

Hours after publicity agent Gina Thompson alerted the local police that her client, 'Radio Beats' superstar Hans Potterman was neither answering nor returning her calls for more than seventy two hours, the police have reported that the actor was found dead in his penthouse apartment on Beverly Hills.

Preliminary autopsy reports have suggested that the Oscar nominee may have been dead for at least fifty hours or more from a drug overdose. Traces of heroin and painkillers have been found in the blood stream. The late actor's medical reps refused to comment.

The thirty five year old star was engaged to Laura Beaumont to be married this winter. Our thoughts and prayers with the Potterman-Beaumont family.

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Clip from 12 May 2015, Hans Potterman on the Ellen Show

Ellen: So, your last big movie was 'Humbert' for which you were nominated for an Oscar.

Hans: Yeah, it was a surprise really. I was just doing it, you know. Having fun.

Ellen: And there are rumours that you may quit acting?

Hans: Not quit. I am thinking of taking a break, yes. I am working on something, yeah. Something big.

Ellen: And i suppose you won't tell us?

Hans: It's all about the element of surprise, so yeah, no.

[laughter]

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19 August 2015

To: Jen Collins

The Little Yellow House

End of the Street

Golden Grove Lane

Dear Jen. Dear Jen. Dear Jen.

Jen. Jen.

Have you ever loved a name so much that your heart immediately leaps when it hears the name? Have you ever loved the way the name rolls out of your tongue that you keep on saying it to savour it? I hope you have, Jen, because it is a heady experience.

There is something so beautiful about your name, did you know? There's a simplicity that cannot be replaced; an elegance that is marvellous. I hope i told you this. At least once in all the twelve years I knew you.

God, I hope i did, Jen. I was such a fool then, wasn't i? A young fool with huge dreams and a confidence that never slipped. Sometimes, when i think of you, i want to curl up on my bed and drown in the rivers of guilt.

Do you remember the day we first met? I think we must have been four or five, our knees sunk in dirt and hair flying away in the breeze. I remember thinking you were possibly the most beautiful girl i had ever met.

We were in the beach at Southampton, the summer before your parents got divorced. And you were wearing a purple Spongebob swimsuit, your golden hair pinned up. I thought you were possibly someone who hosted tea parties in the afternoons and had the entire collection of Disney Princesses in your pink bedroom.