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The Mutt and Half a Leech
The wind was blowing strongly against the trees. Leaves were flying and the breeze was cool on the faces of the residents of La Push, Washington. A kid was building a tiny sandcastle beside the blue sea while his mother was on her back, resting her days off.
Not far from them, a couple was enjoying the blue skies with their hands entwined with each other. They shared looks of meaning and filled with love as they sat on the sand.
Three meters away from them stood a young man, his dark-russet skin warm yet trying to be cooled by the cold sea breeze. His black hair, once long yet chopped off, swayed with the wind as he watched the couple in front of him. He can’t help but twitch at the sight of their sloppy looks. It was just…so sloppy and if there was one thing that made him twitch it was sloppiness.
“Geez,” said Jacob Black. He rubbed his hands and turned his eyes away. He didn’t have to watch them all day. He had things to do. He turned his heel and walked back towards home.
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“What’re you doing there, son?”
“Just fixing a truck,” replied Jacob. Billy Black looked at his son with suspicion. Jake just nudged the suspicion off and continued wrenching the engine.
“Who owns it?” asked Bill.
“No one,”
Bill raised an eyebrow. “Well why are you wasting your time on it?”
Jacob dusted off some dirt and continued his work, “You know I love being a mechanic Dad. I just wanted to spend some time here than being out there and drunk,” he said.
“You don’t drink,”
“Who said so?”
Billy glared at his son fiercely, “Jacob Black, tell me right now if you’re drinking alcoholic bev-“
“Dad, chill. I’m not…I was just joking,” said Jake, adding some oil.
“Then why the hell-?”
“You seemed so tensed Dad, I thought you need to lighten up,”
“Oh,” was all Billy said then he turned his wheelchair around and out of the garage. Jake shook his head and smiled as he closed the front of the truck. He shined its bumper with a dirty rag and looked at it with satisfaction. He wiped away a hint of sweat.


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