Gabe stood at the sink, serenely washing the dishes. “Hey,” he said, slapping a hand to Gabe’s shoulder. Turning, the man mountain gripped Nick’s forearm with one slippery bear paw, twisted, and efficiently tossed him to the floor. Nick landed with an oof. “What was that for, you hairless Chewbacca?” he wheezed, fighting to get the air back in his lungs. “Oh dear. I seem to have misunderstood. I thought you wanted me to demonstrate an effective self-defense move,” Gabe said innocently. “Why in the hell would you think that? I just wanted to talk to you,” Nick rasped. “Because you were so
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