“We're going to try something different today, ok?” Atticus asked.
“Ok” She shrugged.
“Your going to watch my game and who have to guess which one is me, ok?”
“Isn’t that unfair since you’d know who I am?”
“No, since I don’t know your name”
She paused standing up, her thighs sitting to the bench in the heat.
“You leave first”
“Ok”
He smiled as he walked out, running a hand through his plain brown hair as he walked toward the court, but all she saw was the slight movement of her curtain as he walked by.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpiritualIndi 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...
