“I have leather horse whips, actually,” Rob said.
“You do?” Matty sat up, nearly smacking his forehead against Rob’s chin.
“Of course. Have you seen my ranch?”
“Oh my God, go get them!”
Rob laughed and stood up slowly, stretching. “Actually, I was thinking we should head into Missoula to do some shopping.”
“You’re passing up whips for shopping?”
“You’re bitching about shopping?”
“I feel so torn!” Matty pulled at his hair. “Oh my God. You suck.”
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