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“Then take the phone away,” Lakshmi hissed, exasperated.

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Ammachi didn’t look up. “Wait, wait. The episode is climax. Will Anjali escape the godown?”

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Lakshmi sighed. She glanced at the screen—pixelated, with a lagging spinner wheel. “The internet is slow, Amma. It’s raining.”

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Arun shook his head. “Try. Last time, she didn’t speak to anyone for three days.”