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[Aoko's voice is quiet, soft into the phone, with the air of wanting to say things quickly for fear of losing her nerve

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[Kaito, astonishingly enough, gets voice instead of text.]

What?

[She sounds tired.]

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[And she's lost track of how many times she hasn't answered it. Of course she's not all right. Wouldn't be for a while. And while she knows it's his way of checking in, it's a question he should know the answer to.]

Do you still have it?

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I want you to get rid of it.

I don't care how.

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You really think I'd go looking for it again?

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. . .

Fine. Whatever. Get rid of it.

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[There's a long silence.]

. . . Are you feeling any better?

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[Another long pause.]

. . . Are you really telling people you fell down the stairs?

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[There's what could be a really small smile in her voice on the other end -- maybe not so much from the joke as the sentiment behind it, especially as she knows it probably bugs him.]

Thank you.