Unbeknownst to Relish, Inga Jurland und I had a very touching moment right under the drunken meatball's nose upon his balcony under the moonlight. A fairly decent friend of mine caprtured it all on a new fangled camera phone with amazingly and inexplicaply artful cinem atography.

Caller: Hello?
Kaley: Hello?
Caller: Hello Kaley is that you?
Kaley: Yeah this is Kaley whose this?
Caller: Hi Kaley. I'm just calling to see whether your alright.
Kaley: Whose this?
Caller: I really hope your doing alright Kaley, because I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.
Kaley: Who the fuck is this? What do you want?
Caller: Kaley... are you sure your alright?
Kaley: Listen muthafucker... whoever the fuck you are... I can trace you... I can fucking...
Caller: Hahaha... listen.. it was really nice talking to you Kaley, but I have to go now okay. G'night Kaley.

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