Monday, 8th August 2016
"So... what's your name?"
"Are you even allowed to ask that?"
"Nope."
"Then I'm not telling you."
"Rude. Do you want to know my name?"
"No."
"Your enthusiasm kills me. I'm Layla by the way."
"I didn't ask..."
"Whatever, now let's start talking business."
"Huh? What?"
"Why are you so depressed and why do you want to die?"
"Because there's no reason to live."
"Yes there is."
"Name one."
"Me."
Call Ended 6:00pm

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