“Go easy on him, Jojo.” Kendrick squeezes my hip. “He wasn’t trying to be a dick, whipping out his credit card and blowing us off like that. He’s got a lot on his mind.” “Yeah, yeah.” Just because he wasn’t trying to be a dick doesn’t mean he wasn’t acting like a dick. Whatever. “I’m at least getting an add-on,” I declare, perusing the menu of fifty-cent options, debating about whether I want chocolate coating, fudge drizzle, or sprinkles. “Oh. They’ve got vegan fro-yo and non-dairy whipped cream. I’m ordering a banana split with extra nuts,” Locke announces. I snort. “That sounds more like a
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