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Even if Randy wasn't going to Heather's house--at least he would get a cookie out of it. She didn't want him to come anyway. She'd moved on. The way she'd moved on from love six times before. She just left. Randy wasn't that special. He was just another boy to give a cookie to.

Laundry

They sandwiched in beside the box of laundry detergent they both could've used. It'd been three years since they talked and although Ted was nervous Sheila had enough nerve for the both of them. They drank cans of beer as Matt drove. Each mile got better. The detergent smelled fresher. Cleaner. Their relationship rose and dropped after each tree they passed. Sheila smiled and told Ted "Everything will be fine, don't worry." But Ted knew that when Sheila said these exact words there was much to worry about.

She stayed in the house lately. Not because she enjoyed being there--just because the outside scared her. The people walking dogs and the children in football jerseys. Fall was like a window closing. She loved the cold, but couldn't stand the chill.