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I’m baking cookies for Josh and his friend Kyle when it starts ringing, and think it must be Aunt Louise or a telemarketer, because only

Aunt Louise and telemarketers have this number. But then when I answer, all I hear on the other line is a kind of rasping noise—like whoever is on the other line is choking on a Dorito or something.