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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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"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."

"She's into poetry so, yeah, that'd make sense," he replied with a nod. "Poe's a big one for her. And, again, the freakout factor."

Cal was utterly unsurprised. He shook his head, and could only say it again.

"That's messed up, man."

Granted, he had a freakout factor for any girl he ever dated, but he fully acknowledged that it was very messed up.

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