He dialled, punching the numbers hard with no avail or answer.
Looking down at the tatty page that held her number he saw the address, it was five miles maybe six but he didn't hesitate to reach for the door handle and venture into the early morning in his pyjamas.
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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...
