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< during the moving process, being supplied copious amounts of grandma’s cooking.

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< coffee became a bit too much to handle and the sun began to set against the sparkling ocean, Anita’s eyes shifted to the clock still hanging on the wall.

“I should go pick Ollie up from his grandparents.” She decided, setting the cup down. The excited preteen had been delegated to her parents >

< chatted excitedly away with each other about the house they just closed on. It was a four bedroom ranch home up on a cliff that overlooked the ocean. It was a little far from their usual haunts in the city, but the they couldn’t resist the view.

As the grainy, undissolved bits of instant >

< years ago when straws were being shamed for animal extinction. She’d used them once before they were shoved deep in the back of her junk drawer.

The coffee was a bit too bitter but she still drank it all, her shoulder pressed against Jay’s as they both leaned against the counter’s edge and >

< Jay’s pointer finger inched toward the scalding liquid.

“Don’t you dare.” Anita warned.

Jay’s finger retreated back away from the scalding liquid.

She knew him too well.

The hunt through the boxes for spoons ended when Anita found one of the reusable metal straws she’d bought on impulse >

< disposable coffee cups as their mugs.

“Ah shit, I forgot some spoons.” He cursed after pouring the boiling water into each cup and adding in an eye estimated amount of instant coffee powder. They both watched the grainy pile of dark brown slowly sink into the water, undissolved.

>

< boxes overfilled with household wares, some labeled ‘KEEP’, and others labeled ‘DONATE’, to get to where Jay stood by the stove. They’d already put most of the dishes away, so he was making do using an old pot to boil the water, some gloriously plain tasting instant coffee, and rinsed out >

< filled with old clothes and toys were stacked against the front door, waiting to be taken to the local thrift shop. Each room looked like a tornado tore through, with haphazardly organized piles in each corner the only thing that indicated any organization. She had to navigate around cardboard >

< She watched him head into the kitchen, eyes lingering a bit too long on his backside as he walked away. Turning back to the documents, she found she couldn’t concentrate on them any longer. With a soft sigh, she followed him.

The house was, at the moment, a mess. Large black plastic bags >

< coffee, crazy woman.” Placing a kiss to Anita’s hair, he left for the kitchen.

Anita leaned into the kiss, eyes slipping closed in content. Jay liked to act like he was annoyed with her antics, but she’d never get tired of the soft fondness in his voice that accompanied his complaints. >

< cardboard box labeled ‘KEEP’.

“Why!?” Jay groaned.

“Because I like it.” Anita retorted, returning back to her pile.
Jay sighed in defeat. “When we move in together, I’ll make you all the paper hearts you want.” He promised as he rounded the table toward her. “I’m going to go make us some >

< Jay rolled his eyes, grumbling about embarrassing moments as he tossed the old drawing into the recycling bin.

“Ah-uh!” Anita dove toward the bin, catching the paper before it fell in. “This goes in the keep pile!” She smoothed the sheet out with her hand before placing it gently in the >

< from her own pile- filled with old tax documents and school forms- to peer at what Jay was showing her. A snort elicited from her when she realized what it was.

“You worked so hard on it.” She teased, a smile stretching prettily against her thin face. “I couldn’t just throw it out, now could I?”>

< the top left corner with tiny captions scrawled in his messy handwriting pointing arrows toward the heart. It was one he drew years ago, while babysitting Anita’s son. He’d been attempting to help the boy with his homework, and had thoroughly misunderstood the assignment.

Anita’s eyes shifted >