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Who did you just give our address to?

My... sister.

I promise I won't ***

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I'm sorry, I can't. Um...

I don't think I want to be friends with you.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Then you should've invited me.

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- Ow! - I've never felt more alive.

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No! What did you do?

I'm here to see David Pressler-Goings.

He's not in yet.

Oh. Okay, good.

I thought I was late.

You are. He's just not in yet.

Okay, well, I'm just gonna have a seat in the reception area.

Mm.

What?

Look, I've got him on the phone for you now.

- Okay? - Oh, okay.

Wait, what?

Okay.

Millstreet. No, I just heard that myself.

Nobody here knows much of anything yet.

I'll call you back.

What did you say?

Oh.

Millstreet.

Yeah, but that's all I know right now.

That's all any of us know.

I'm trying to find out. I'll call you back.

Excuse me?

- I was just wondering... - I can't... not now. I just... not now.

Yeah, I just wanted to know if it was safe

to be on this floor of the building.

Millstreet. No.

No, not yet.

Well, that's all I know.

Well, I don't know yet. If I don't know...

- Morning, Louise. - I'll call you back.

- Hi, Stacia. - Louise, are you all right?

David is dead.

- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.

Millstreet.

And no one explains what's happening,

and then they say he's dead.

Yeah. Hannah, it's something that happens.

It's like jury duty or, you know, floods.

- They happen. - It's just so insane.

We had a meeting, and then he had to reschedule the meeting

'cause he was dead.

Yeah, he's dead.

And that's why he couldn't come.

It must've been so heavy that moment that it was all going down.

Think about that.

I just hope when I die that I don't see it coming.

I hope I'm already dead, and then five minutes later,

I'm like, "What the fuck just happened?"

You know, I kind of look forward to the day that I die.

You do not. Get real.

I do. If you think about it, time isn't linear.

Every moment that's ever happened or that will ever happen

is happening right now.

We just choose to live in this moment

to create some illusion of continuity.

So, really, we have already died

and we've also not yet been born.

Well, okay, in my linear conception of time,

I wonder what's...

Holy fucking shit, look what I just found.

Oh, my God.

Is that a picture of Tom Hanks?

- Yeah. - I don't want it.

- I'll take it. - Oh, hey, Jessa.

How's your life of doing absolutely fucking nothing?

Oh, it's great. How's your penis?

Good. You want me to put it on your shoulder?

David's dead.

Who's David?

My editor, David. He's dead.

Fuck, Hannah, baby.

That sucks shit.

Yeah, he's dead.

It was so crazy. Everyone was just running around the office

and freaking out and screaming

and acting like their world had gone out of orbit and...

It's like everyone comes in thinking it's a normal day

and then they leave 'cause he's dead.

What is a normal day, though, really?

What did you do?

I mean, just amidst all that chaos and insanity, I left.

What else was I supposed to do?

And no one even began to tell me

what was next for my e-book.

- What? - I know.

And so I'm left wondering when and how and to whom

I can even bring this up to get some answers.

Well, they probably weren't thinking about your book, Hannah,

and I pretty much can't believe you are either.

You knew someone. Like, really knew him.

He came to your birthday party, et cetera.

He wasn't invited to my birthday party.

What?

I think Adam's feeling is that you're callous and disconnected.

Are you feeling anything?

Yes.

Beyond wondering when your book is gonna hit the stands?

It's an e-book, Adam.

It's never gonna hit the stands

'cause there are no stands and you know that.

One thing we do know...

life will give you whatever experience is most helpful

for the evolution of your consciousness.

How do you know this is the experience you need?

Because this is the experience you're having at this moment.

From the interview...

Motherfucker.

Okay, David's body was found facedown in the Hudson River

right by Chelsea Piers, just floating there.

Well, that's fucking terrible.

And Gawker is reporting that they won't be releasing

the toxicology report at all, so we're not gonna know if it...

- Gawker? - Yeah.

You're getting your news from Gawker?

They report on media news and I am a mediaist,

so it's where I've gotta get my news.

Okay, when you die, how would you feel

if a bunch of judgmental creeps,

celibate against their will,

snarkily reported on every fucking detail of your body decomposing?

Well, that's not what's happening here.

This is a very, very nice eulogy.

Listen. "Goings, Goings, Gone...

publishing's most flamboyant power player

makes a waterlogged exit worthy of a Bret Easton Ellis character."

That's fucked, Hannah.

Those are a bunch of jealous people

who make a living appealing to our basest desire

to see each other kicked while we're down.

I don't agree, okay?

It's a web portal that celebrates the written word.

And its sister site, Jezebel,

is a place feminists can go to support one another,

which we need in this modern world full of slut-shaming and...

Well, I think that shit gets into your head

and makes you one of the bad guys.

I think that you need a place to go

and gather up the information that's important to your industry

and then discuss it with other like-minded individuals.

That's why the comments board is so important to me

and why I've made so many e-friends.

Why are we fighting about this?

Why aren't you mourning quietly?

I feel like my bandana collection is, like,

my most developed collection.

I mean, my array of bandanas is insane.

Did you ever have a friend who died?

Uh, yes, actually. In high school,

my friend Kelly was in a car accident.

Oh, that's awful.

How did you feel?

Mm, sad.

But then I kind of, like, took over her position in the friend group.

Like, we were always truly meant to be a fivesome, not a sixsome.

The group didn't really have room

for, like, you know, two practical-yet-goofy confidants.

I do miss her, though.

Why? Do you know someone who died?

Yeah, actually. My friend Season.

She was my favorite friend.

She was so funny and cute,

and I used to love her a lot.

I just used to tickle her all the time.

You know, I don't even have a picture of her.

How did she die?

Uh, she, like, choked on vomit or something.

You should visit her mom,

or, like, her grave if her mom is dead

and bring flowers, or, like, her Facebook In Memoriam site.

- Yeah, maybe. - No, seriously.

Like, you need to process this. You need to grieve it out.

Like, when Kelly died, I wrote a book of poems about her.

Who's Kelly?

My friend in high school who died.

You had a friend who died?

We literally just had this conversation.

Where are you headed?

I'm gonna go work an extra shift at Ray's.

He's understaffed anyway.

It doesn't really seem like I should quit my day job.

Don't talk like that.