I got a massage tonight. It was my first massage in a while. Oddly enough, it was at a restaurant, in a booth, and only on one side of my body. The person used her hands, head, and feet, and I was covered in the macaroni and cheese that she had on both hands and her face. It only lasted for the minute that she took to go from angry I stopped her from banging her spoon on the table to looking at the jolly people in the adjacent booth, but I did close my eyes and felt that familiar "am I being abused or massaged right now" feeling.
Whatever, I'll take it.
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