"Do we need to stop on our way home for massage oil?" she asked as a small smile came back to her face. "Oh wait, I am talking to you. That means you already have some." The thought of a massage was so nice.
"I know, Tony," she said. Though she didn't show it often or say it, she was very thankful to have friends like him. "I'm just good at carrying guilt around with me. I will stop and see everyone before I leave town again."
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