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By the time Sarah returned to the hotel, her muscles felt like mush. She forgot how exquisitely painful and wonderful it was to have someone dig their fingers into her sore back and shoulders. And the Missoula massage therapist had fingers like thick wooden dowels, which made her work on the bottoms of Sarah’s feet particularly cruel and wonderful.
She lay on the bed in her hotel room for a while, still basking in the aftereffects of the massage, and enjoying the fact that for once she didn’t need to rush. Her next flight wasn’t until the morning. Unlike the previous weeks of depositions, these next ones were in cities too small to have more than a few flights a day. So they would all stay put wherever they happened to be every night, then catch the first flight out every morning.
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