[ That shuts her up, and she ducks her head, pressing a loose fist to her mouth, and then to her cheek. A crooked smile works its way across her mouth. ]
... god, this is ... sort of mortifying, but. [ She folds her arms, her brows knight tight over her sad smile. ] ... did Tony get you that recording I made?
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... god, this is ... sort of mortifying, but. [ She folds her arms, her brows knight tight over her sad smile. ] ... did Tony get you that recording I made?