Voicemail / Disclaimer

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You've reached the phone of Jonothon Starsmore. If it was important enough for you to call, I suppose it's probably important enough for you to leave a message, too. I'll get to it sooner or later, probably.

BEEP.

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[hatesmoststuff]

Hi, Jono! How did you feel about drunk texts?

i thngk ud loook god in tihs hat, said the text. Then there was a picture of a bedazzled pink cowboy hat. The rhinestones spelled out the word PRINCESS.

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It took Jono a little while to reply to April's text. Partly because he was somewhat preoccupied trying to comprehend weird Kaeleeran Protocol, and partly because...

Because what was that hat.

"Well."

Pick it up for me, and I'll gladly model it for you, Jonothon's reply text said, because... Why the hell not?

[hatesmoststuff]

April took a while before replying.

Then there was a picture of the hat again, but this time with a dark scorch mark at the top and a melted candle congealed around it.

sry

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And once again, Jono needed a few minutes before replying, because... because what?

Er... why is there a candle melted into the hat now, April?

Yes. Yes he did type the 'er.'

[hatesmoststuff]

smy birthday. dntndnt have cake

That explained it, right?

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Happy Birthday, then, April.

Jono meant that text from the bottom of his big blue heart! And, a moment later, another text followed along behind it.

Don't eat the hat, Sunshine. It'll just get in your teeth.

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i dont eat pink things, said April.

So. The hat was safe.

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More strawberry things for the rest of us then, I suppose.

Jono very much liked strawberry. Call it a weakness if you want, but try going eight years without a mouth and see just how much you miss seasonal fruits then.