“How come you’re always the lobster?” Max laughed again. “What?” “You’re not a lobster. Lobsters have tough shells, and they snap.” He made a little pincer motion with his hand. “You’re, like, a fake lobster. Maybe you’re only a lobster on the ice. Off the ice, you’re soft.” To demonstrate, he used his pincer to nip the flesh at Max’s waist. “How much did you have to drink?” Max sounded amused. Grady ignored him. “I’m the lobster. I’m prickly.” “Oh yeah,” Max said. “Look at you. You’ve got half a palm tree in your hair.” He carefully carded his fingers over Grady’s scalp. “Terrifying.” But now
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