"You know I wanted to be a clown as a kid" She found herself muttering in between chewing the apple in my hand, burnt umber hair falling in front of her wide doe eyes.
"All that makeup, it would be a hell of a job" He tapped as he spoke on the wall.
"It would be nice, having to hide behind something" She shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess"
He kept tapping the same rhythm and as it started to mold together it began to sound like an SOS in mores code. Listening to the steady beat she put cheek against the cool plane of wood, just chewing soundlessly.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpirituellesIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
