She has always been alone, if you exclude her grandpa and books of course. He has always been surrounded by people, never mind them not being good for him. One little mistake at fifteen has brought him to her stomping ground. She's a bibliophile, he's a nonreader. She's south, he's west. She's January, he's August. *** "Where do you live?" I ask Atlas. "Why? You wanna take me out to dinner?" He smirks. "Get out." I lean back in my seat.
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