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- 2/2013
There were some days that Atticus could just smell the sweet smell of love. The flirting in the air, and the flowers on the ground. Today was one of those days, which put him in a good move. He had already scored one girl, adn needed to set a new record, which meant he needed a lot more girls.
He walked quietly down the quiet streets of a place called Obsidian harbor. His favorite place now, since you could smell the ocean,a dn hear a train not to far off. he decided to take a break from wearing out his old black converse, and sat down ona bench, watching the girls walk by, picking out his next target.
He walked quietly down the quiet streets of a place called Obsidian harbor. His favorite place now, since you could smell the ocean,a dn hear a train not to far off. he decided to take a break from wearing out his old black converse, and sat down ona bench, watching the girls walk by, picking out his next target.