"All right. We'll steer well clear. Buckle up, ladies!" And when the girls have buckled up she pulls onto the road. "Robin, you coming back with us or do you want me to drop you off?"
"My guitar's been through some misfortunes already," laughs Robin. "It can take some more. And Mother doesn't like it when I play while she's home. Might be better to go to your place."
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