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Atticus ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he sat down on the nearest park bench he could find. He’d left the house- well, ‘left’ was too calm a verb. He’dstormed out of the house just a few minutes ago, and now he was in some random park, trying to calm down.
He glanced up as someone sat down beside him, arching a brow. “And what brings you here today, stranger?” He asked. Maybe some conversation would help.












