Indi stood in the line at the grocers with her father.
A woman in front of them had four kids pulling at the pants she wore and hang off her ankles. The man in front of her appeared to be shopping with his daughter, and the familiar packaging of the tampons Indi bought herself from time to time left a silence between the man and his daughter who was flushed with shame.
Indi and her father were two apart of the ever so growing line of imperfect people, they were all single file yet something about the line was off putting to look at.
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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...
