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Library, Sunday

Being himself this week meant Lee was a lot less rambunctious and a lot more calm during his library shift. He was still a little agitated for the fact that he'd lost something important but he wasn't taking that agitation out on the books or by running up and down the aisles.

No, later, he'd just punch a wall or something.

For now, he was paging through a catalog he'd requested on a whim, checking out a few different things and wondering if he could make it work. It was a complete whim and he still had no idea what he wanted to do after graduation but things were becoming a little clearer, at least.

And the catalog had pictures, if anything.

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"Ugh," the twist of Cal's face agreed. "No kidding. For one, construction paper tastes cross anyway, and two, it'd have kid spit all over it. I'd bet she'd realize it was cardboard and just spit it back in the jar, so there's be a little chewed up glob of pulp inside it then, too."

And he would know better than anyone that that was exactly what that little girl would have done.

"Which would be fun to explain to my girlfriend," he said and made a face. "I can't even predict her reaction. She'd either laugh at me or...well, who knows. Something."

"Cut you open?" Cal took a wild stab in the dark at that one.

"She'd have to catch me first." Because he would run like frakking hell, yes.

"Just make sure there aren't any blankets in your way."

"Thanks for the tip," he said and snickered. "I'll make sure my way's blanket free if I ever have to hide from her."

"Glad to help," Cal nodded, half wishing he actually had taken a bite out of the heart and spit it out, just because.

"I'll let her know that you saved the jar and maybe she'll make you one of your own."

Yeah, right. Her reaction would be priceless, though.

"Appreciate the offer," said Cal, "but I think I'll pass. I don't know how I'd explain to my girlfriend some other chick's heart in a jar."

"And that little pirate princess might come and steal it," Lee groused. "Licked my candy and stole my jar. Mean little girl."

Sugar and spice and some nice XY chromosomes.

"Wonder who it was," Cal mused, which could be dangerous, but he trusted his acting abilities enough to look clueless.

"I didn't recognize her," Lee admitted, shrugging. "And asking every single girl if they were a pirate princess might get me looks."

"Especially if you mentioned jar stealing and...did you say...candy licking?"

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"She licked my candy," he said and shook his head. "I told her I spit on it, she licked it and that candy got thrown out."

Cal would have told himself not to laugh, but laughing, he realized, probably made a better case toward clearly not being the candy-licker. "Gross. Kids are messed up, man."

"I guess they don't really care about germs and stuff," Lee said, nodding at Cal's words. "I think if I hadn't been upset over the jar loss, I would've eaten the candy."

"Ugh! So maybe that little girl was doing you a favor by stealing your jar!"

Even if it made Cal a little sad, because then Lee could have joined a slowly building, illustrious rank of 'people who wound up eating Cal's spit on a weird ass weekend.'

"Maybe," Lee said, giving the jar a little pat. "But, candy's candy to a kid and it was good candy! I don't even know what little me thought of the jar. I just liked it. I think I was gonna dump the candy in it."

"Little you sounds like he was very....resourceful."

"Little me is used to having a brother," Lee said. "Had to be resourceful to keep things away from him."

"Okay," Cal snorted a laugh. "I've got a brother, so I can get that one."

"I think it's their talent to get into things," Lee said, shaking his head. "I can only imagine what he'd have done to the heart in the jar or the candy. He was into breaking things."

"And I'm sure that'd go over well with your girlfriend," Cal noted. "If a slightly chewed and spit piece of heart is a cutting offense, I'm not sure I want to think of what a broken jar would mean."

"I'd never get a gift again," he decided. "Or, if I did, it wouldn't be as creative as the heart in the jar."

He really liked that jar.

"There is a certain....poetry to it," Cal had to admit. "A messed up poetry, but still. Very Poe. I now feel validated in my earlier comparison."

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