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[shoppingmaster]

A message left on Z's voice mail.

"I got those tickets, Andre. They had a special... eight for the price of five."

It might have sounded like he was smiling when he said this.

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[i_z_you]

...

I adore you.

[shoppingmaster]

You do?

[i_z_you]

I do.

But we'll have to come back....

[shoppingmaster]

Yeah, I know. It's a vacation, not an escape.

Temporary escape. Something.

[i_z_you]

A temporary escape is still wonderful.

[shoppingmaster]

So I've heard. Really, I'm not familiar.

But hey, the hotel rooms have broadband jacks! I can bring my laptop.

[i_z_you]

Do I have to get out the dictionary and define 'vacation' for you?

[shoppingmaster]

I know what a vacation is. I'll be far, far away from the office.

[i_z_you]

No working.

[shoppingmaster]

I won't be working. I'll be... just checking in from time to time.

[i_z_you]

I can take care of that. I'm leaving eighty-odd percent of me here anyway.

[shoppingmaster]

Well yeah, but it's not the same...

[i_z_you]

Is there anything crucial that needs done in the next week, Dominic?

[shoppingmaster]

*pauses for a good think*

There's always something that needs to be done. And I'm trying to keep my eyes open for anything about Del...

[i_z_you]

Fine, fine.

I do appreciate that.

[shoppingmaster]

She's my friend. She just happens to be a bit... erm.

Yeah.