[ There's the strain of an empty line, white noise as a steady pulse. A minute or so lapses until a voice finally speaks. ]
You'd be proud of me.
... Proud of us. The dumbass helped, you know, helped with a lot of dumb luck but we-
[ more static, though it's not silence on her end. ]
We finally did it, like you would have done.
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Your, um - it's recording.
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One day I'll break this fucking thing, and aim it at a deity's head.
[ Then there's laughing on her end, laughing at something uttered by a ghost. ]
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