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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]

Then Sam is smart. There have been several times that I wished that I could just die, but...well, I never got a choice.

{She laughs} I guess that's why I didn't really want Sam to interfere with sister. Part of me wanted to just leave, I guess.

[chansondelamort]

A-Ah...{Flustered}

That is...Um, that's true? You really would have, even though I cause you so much trouble?

[chansondelamort]

{Overload! She doesn't know how to respond to that, so how about an aprubt subject change?}

Uhm...It'll be Christmas for Sam soon, right?

[chansondelamort]

Oh no, really? Ah, I had gotten you a gift, but I didn't know it had already happened...

Can I still give it to you anyways?

[chansondelamort]

{Cheerfully} Oh, I do! When should I bring it to you? Or does it not matter? I thought it would be hard for you to take home if I brought it to the Plane, so I'll bring it to you some time at home.

[chansondelamort]

Oh, but it's nothing bad! I was looking for a long time, and I really thought that you would like this...

[chansondelamort]

You're welcome! But when should I bring it to you?

[chansondelamort]

It doesn't matter! I just want to make sure that Sam is there.