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and selfish thinking, and petty jealousy. New Heather didn’t have those feelings. New Heather was Gaia’s friend. New Heather tried to help Gaia out of a jam when she needed it. New Heather just wanted to see Ed happy—whoever he was with. Right?
Yes… yes, that’s right.
    â€œHeather?”
    â€œHuh?” Heather looked back up at Josh. His expression seemed to suggest that he was waiting on an answer to a question. Though Heather hadn’t heard a thing.
    â€œI said, are you jealous? You know, of this girl who stole your
man,”
he joked.
    Heather tried to answer before allowing herself to think further. “No,” she blurted. “I’m not…. I mean… I’m really trying to stay away from that kind of thinking, you know… petty jealousies and stuff like that.”
    Josh’s grin grew wider as he bored his stunning eyes deeper into Heather’s. “Come
on,”
he crooned, searching intently with an extremely cute little taunting glint in his eye. “It’s not petty, Heather, it’s
human.
You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. You hardly know me. And I don’t know them. It’s the perfect situation to confess.
Confess,
Heather,” he joked, pointing his finger directly in her face with the archetypal glare of the Grand Inquisitor. “Thou wilt confess thy jealousy.”
    Heather couldn’t help but laugh. Gorgeous, smart,and funny. She would have thought he was just a dream if his long, thick finger hadn’t been pointing directly between her eyes.
    â€œWell…,” she began with a half smile. “I did kind of used to…
despise
the girl.”
    â€œAhhh,” Josh exclaimed with a satisfied grin. He ran his finger down the center of Heather’s nose, inducing a full -body tingle the size of Canada. “A little honesty. That’s more like it.” He leaned toward her. “Okay, Heather,” he said with the mock seriousness of a Freudian psychotherapist. “This mystery girl. Let’s discuss your hatred of this mystery girl. I think it would be very good for you.”

 
    WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS MORNING… How to do it justice…
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    Body Tingle
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    Back in Ed’s skating days, whenever he would take a massive fall, he used to leap right back up to his feet, grin from ear to ear, and scream out a hearty howl to the skies. As he would often explain it, he was announcing his total invincibility to the cruel and powerful gods of extreme sports. He didn’t just want the gods to hear him, he wanted anyone in his general vicinity tolisten. He wanted the world to be clear on his personal philosophy. Shred’s Golden Rule: No setback was ever a setback. Life was something to be enjoyed and devoured at all times.
    Particularly after his accident, people had always seemed awed by his ability to find joy in life no matter what the circumstances. They envied his ballsy nonchalance—his laughter in the face of near death, his humor in the face of self-pity and depression. He was a regular rolling bundle of joy. A French girl named Josephine had once told him he had
joie de vivre,
whatever the hell that meant. He was Shred—the eternal optimist.
    But this morning, with his arm wrapped around the bare waist of a sleeping Gaia Moore, her tangled hair pressed against his cheek, her smooth shoulder peeking out from the rumpled purple sheets of his bed, Ed had begun to come to terms with something. Something he hadn’t even quite known or recognized until now. Something he probably would have denied for years, if not for the rest of his life, had this morning never existed. And that something was this: His eternal optimism…
    It had always sort of been work.
    In fact, sometimes it had almost felt like his job. Maintaining that smile, lusting for life, howling joyously at the gods of misfortune. Staying happy. At times it had been exhausting. Because it