She had no reason but she felt tears prick her eyes as I sat down in the confessional. She could hear the boy in the other booth move uncomfortably on his own bench as he heard her cries.
“Are you ok?”
“Fine” She sniffed.
“Just one of those days?”
“Yeah, I guess so”
"I get you"
Behind are seprate curtains they both sighed making a choir of impending saddeness that each of them still didn't no would occur in their ever so quiet small town.
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Atticus and Indi.
EspiritualIndi 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...
