Scaramouche Helpline
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It's 3 o'clock in the morning. You stare blearily at your wrists, covered with scarlet cuts. Bloody bandages are lying around. Tears drip onto the floor when you dial the helpline with trembling hands.
"Hello, Scaramouche greets you, how can I help you?"
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