This Atticus fellow knows my heart.

Clumsy… it’s like sports, isn’t it? Or even walking. I’ve never been one of those nimble, agile sorts. I’ve got endurance. Oh I can carry on for days, but I’m not possessed of any great affinity for it. It doesn’t come naturally as it seems to come for some others.

Atticus seems to have it down. There is simplicity. There is economy of words. I wonder if he had to struggle to get this down on paper the way I’ve had to struggle just to confidently utter the words, “I love you.”

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