They sat on the basketball court, a curtain no longer hiding them from each other. It was odd, but nice.
He lay in the middle circle staring at the sky.
She lay next to Atticus, staring at him; more specially his arms.
All she saw was an uneven pattern of bruises.
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Atticus and Indi.
DuchoweIndi 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...
