[ There's a long pause, like someone isn't sure if his mailbox is recording yet. But there's two taps against the speaker, making sure it's on, and then a voice pronounces crisply: ]
Did he? [ Sounding worried. ] . . . I ought to be checking in with him more often. It is not like him to allow that sort of thing to show through so easily.
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