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Lobster in the bathtub. Christmas Eve. Scrub the tub first. Hand off cleanser. Rinse well. We don’t want Comet in our lobster. He’s clicking against the porcelain. Everyone leery of going to the bathroom. Bubbles had risen when we lowered him in, now he’s limp. Stare into the water that wears a similar gooseflesh. The lobster is dispatched.