#atticus

“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

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I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

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I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

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I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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“I don’t believe in magic.” The young boy said. The old man smiled. “You will, when you see her.”

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I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.

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