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With that, the two of them turn to leave. “Wait, you both aren’t coming in with me?” Atlas pulls on a comedic look. “Us?” He laughs. “Hell nah. Talking to the King makes my blood pressure rise.” “You’re dead, you do not have a blood pressure.” Jacqueline remarks, walking away. Her statement makes my bones chill. I really need to get the hell out of this place. “You know what, Jacqueline? I hope someone rips your throat out one of these days. But yay, me! that might never happen in a thousand years,” Atlas says, sarcastically, giving the girl a petty smile, but she ignores him.

Quick, something graceful - "What talents?" Oh, piss. She wanted to pinch herself. She could have answered in so many different ways, and she had chosen to ask one of the dumbest possible questions she could possibly choose. Atlas glanced at her again, something curious moving behind his eyes. "You charm people," he said simply. "I don't think Dolores was expecting to end the week by announcing her retirement forty years ahead of time."

“I couldn’t imagine my big day without you by my side as my Maid of Honor.” “I’m sure the department will be fine without you for a couple of hours,” Atlas says as he looks out the window. His words feel cold, distant, and final. I have no choice. “I guess so…” my voice trails. “Perfect!” Angelica smiles a large, Cheshire cat smile, all teeth and false sincerity.

I muttered swallowing the lump in my throat. “I used to think I had the perfect life and everything I could ever want,” I sat at the base of the bed and closed my eyes. “In the past seventy two hours, life has shown me that I really cant have everything. “Laila- hey, that’s not true.” Atlas was in front of me squatted to my height, I cleaned my eyes and stared at his deep green eyes which reminded me of the forest. “We can have everything we want if we truly desire it and see past the tubule that life brings, don’t forget that.” He squeezed my hands gently.

I moan, leaning into the toilet seat. “You can’t die.” Atlas says, holding my hair back as we sprawl across the toilet floor. He’s leaning his head on the wall and his eyes were closed the last time I looked at him. “I am.” “No.” “Everybody dies.” “When they’re old and boring. You’re neither.” “I will be one day.” “You’ll never be boring.” I snort. “That’s just your biased opinion.” “No, that’s a fact. It’s just who you are. One big mystery. Mysteries are never boring.”

I added and Atlas’ shoulder sagged “You should be happy,” My heart ached. “Why aren’t you laughing like him? I’m a fool and a clown and—” “Shut it,” Atlas growled. “You are not allowed to talk about yourself, okay? That’s where I come in and I haven’t been able to think of an insult yet. When I do, I will use it.”

I said but Atlas just looked around as if something in the room was magically gonna explain this shit to me on his behalf. “Well get on with it!!!” I screamed getting annoyed. “It means that we’ll fuck and then I’ll bite your neck until I draw blood and mark you” Atlas said. His words made my eyes bulge out of my sockets. Fuck me! (Pun not intended)

Edison A quote for a day Have a nice day all of you Stay safe stay happy Keep smiling Bye till next time

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be a bad influence.” I smiled back, feeling a strange mix of emotions. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone has their vices.” Atlas nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly in the dim light. We stood there in comfortable silence, the humid air thick with the promise of rain, and for a moment, everything felt perfectly still.

"Good to see you. You look like a lumberjack." "I feel like a pack mule," Atlas groaned, dropping the cheap beer onto our tiny counter. "Do you have any idea how heavy wet mulch is? I've been hauling it for eight weeks. My lower back is destroyed." "Welcome to the working class," I smirked, walking over to grab a beer. I twisted the cap off and handed it to him. "How's the Alabama squad looking for the season?" "We're going to win the National Championship," Atlas stated with absolute, arrogant certainty, taking a long pull from the bottle. He looked at Evans, his dark eyes scanning his brother's face, checking the pupil dilation and the balance. "How's the brain, kid? You cleared?"