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Heartbreak Hotline
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Complete, First published Aug 20, 2017
[COMPLETE]

"So imma need those digits."
  
  "Isn't that a bit too fast? You don't even know my name or-"
  
  "Of your credit card, you idiot."
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  A boy calls in to a hotline for help on how to win his dream girl. There he meets up with Representative 103 who finds his situation quite amusing and agrees to help him.

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