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I think it’s foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary—you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life. Happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.
—  Georgia O'Keeffe 

A year ago we rescued him and he was scared of everything. Cars, strangers, music, literally everything. Six months later he went through a stage where he would bite and rip everything apart and every morning at 3am he would run around the house barking waking everyone up and no one knew why. The place where we rescued him called to tell us that many of his sisters and brothers were recently returned because “they were too much to handle”. Another six months later he’s jumping into the tub to take a bath with a silly smile on his face full of love and kisses. What I’m trying to say is never give up on anyone or anything when you believe their/it’s worth it. I promise it’s worth it in the end.

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Their eyes met briefly as Mattie handed her back the cigarette. His throat felt singed, but he played it off.

“You don’t say much,” Lexy began, pausing to gulp from her can of cider, “do you?”

“There’s nothing much to say.”

A pang of nervous excitement rushed through his body as Lexy took a step closer. Their eyes locked.

“I like that.” She smiled almost deviously, cruelly, and dropped the cigarette to the ground. “Most people don’t know when to stop digging.”

“I didn’t know I’d started,” Mattie mumbled shyly. “I’m not good with words.”

“I noticed.” Again she stepped closer, closer enough for their bodies to touch. “Like I said, it’s better that way.”

Spontaneously, without another word, she launched herself forwards, throwing her arms around Mattie’s neck. Their lips met for a millisecond before he pulled away.

She tasted like cider and cigarette smoke. He tasted like vodka.

“Are you okay with this?” He slurred.

Lexy said nothing. Again she kissed him, and this time he grabbed her by the hips. The two of them fell to the sand beside the dwindling light of the fire, warmed even as the sea-borne wind swept over the beach.