[Her voice is tinged with the tired complaint of a child who's been made to walk too far, and just wants to ride on someone's shoulders the rest of the way.]
Liiiiiion? Est-ce que tu sais où il est? Come out, come out.
[The recording runs in near silence for a while, only the sounds of the morning. And then a shriek. Her voice turns frantic.]Up,
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