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"Hello?" A voice—warm, older than his own—said nothing for a second, then laughed softly as if they'd both heard the same joke.
Fifteen minutes later, his phone buzzed. He did not remember giving his number to anyone that morning, but the screen lit: Unknown. Rafi's chest stuttered, then opened. He tapped accept.
"Ringtone Market"
"That ringtone—'soda soda raya ha naad khula.' I want to download it," Rafi said. He could feel the words fall into the dusty air as if they might scatter like coins.