It’s not censoring. It’s just— [Taking words and blanking them out, lest they be heard. …Aubrey trails off voluntarily, there.]
Anyway, I… guess I can do that. [Not looking forward to it, but… she doesn’t have to go for the most difficult thing. Surely.] Any… requests? [Half-sardonic, half-genuine. She’d rather not put all her worst thoughts on a reel to sift for just the right one.]
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[“Censored”? She allows him the pause, but:]
It’s not censoring. It’s just— [Taking words and blanking them out, lest they be heard. …Aubrey trails off voluntarily, there.]
Anyway, I… guess I can do that. [Not looking forward to it, but… she doesn’t have to go for the most difficult thing. Surely.] Any… requests? [Half-sardonic, half-genuine. She’d rather not put all her worst thoughts on a reel to sift for just the right one.]