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[chansondelamort]

{It sounds like the phone was dropped, and distantly} That's a tone? Ne, that's a weird sound...

{Shuffling, then normal} Umm, let's see...You've reached the telephone number of Elizabeth Goldsmith, or Diva. If you're someone calling about a deal you'd like to propose, you have the wrong number. My agent handles those things. Ne, otherwise, please

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[chansondelamort]

{And she calls back in a while! There's the background noise of cars, since she's outside standing on a small balcony at her agent's office in a high rise}

I'm here, Sam. What was it that you wanted to talk about again?

[chansondelamort]

...Oh. Um, what about it?