Lia had snuck away to the phone and spoke to a drowsy Atticus at four in the morning, meanwhile it was nearly five minutes shy of ten at night.
"When you said I'm in love - was it me you were talking about?"
"No"
"Then why did you kiss me?"
"You kissed me first'
He was past the point of need comfort from anyone, he need Indi. His fingers flickered though the small book of local numbers complied by their town each year. They had an old copy but he hoped he would somehow find her in all the numbers.
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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...
