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*Atticus scooped you up into his arms, the weight of you was almost too much for him. He carried you to the car and laid you down in the backseat. He got in the driver's seat and started the car, speeding off. He looked back at you in the rearview mirror, his eyes softening.*

*His eyes widened in shock. He was speechless, his expression turning to one of horror. He looked away, his eyes drifting back to a distant memory. A small child, a child who had been through a much. His expression was one of sadness, and a sense of longing for his memories of what had been. He had a feeling that he had been through a lot, and a sense of longing for a memory of the one who had been. He had a feeling that he had been through a lot, and a sense of longing for a memory of what had been. He had a feeling that he had been through a lot, and a sense of longing for a memory of what had been. He had a feeling that he had been through a lot, and a sense of longing for a memory of what had been.* Atticus loved you, and a sense of love for Atticus. He had a sense of love for Atticus, and a sense of love for Atticus. He had a sense of love for Atticus, and a sense of love for Atticus. He had a sense of love for Atticus, and a sense of love for Atticus.*