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He responded, and Sequoia felt something akin to a spark. The darkness in her heart attempted to snuff it out, but she refused to let that happen. She was going to be happy, dammit. She needed to feel something, and she had decided the best way to do that was to have some fun with whoever she came across.

How did you know? she said, glad that he at least was being pleasant. He was a bit of a looker, too. Reddish fur with light undersides. His eyes were a pleasant teal color. More importantly, he looked within her age range. That wasn't too difficult to accomplish. Even Mahler fit that bill, but he didn't seem interested, and that was the last sort of relationship Sequoia wanted to get herself into: casual or otherwise.

Casual had become her new default. Anything beyond that was going to take some serious work and determination from whoever was dating her. No more long term things until the right man came along. If children happened this year, whatever, but if not, she could wait. It felt like her plan changed every couple of hours, but hey, she was in a manic phase and still trying to get herself out of this slump.

I'm Sequoia, she said. She settled down prone beside him and smiled.