“Hank died” She spoke through the wall still until he came into her booth and sat on the bench next to her, fiddling with his shoelaces.
“ I died”
“Your still here, he isn’t” Tears streamed.
“My heart died”
She hugged him and he hugged her back.
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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...
