Page 143 of High Stick Heartthrob


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I think a part of me was still embarrassed over thefart situation.

So I kept busy.

Atlas walked into the bedroom, to the closet.

“What are you looking for, love?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “There’s just a lot to clean out in this house.”

“Planning on moving?”

“I don’t know, Atlas. I do know that Gram collected a lot of stuff throughout the years. She didn’t really like to get rid of things. I have no clue what my next move is. But I’ve been slowly going through things. Now can you get me that box?”

Atlas reached up with ease and grabbed the box.

As he pulled it off the shelf, something else fell off it too.

A leather-bound folder.

Tied up neatly.

It hit the floor at my feet.

As Atlas took the box to the bed, I picked up the folder.

When I turned around, he had the lid to the box off and held a picture in his hands.

“Hey,” I called out. “That’s not yours.”

“Is this you?”

Sure enough it was a picture of me.

“Are you dressed as a horse?”

“That was for a school thing,” I said.

“Were you the horse’s ass?” Atlas asked.

“I think you take that title,” I said to him.

“Jeez, look at the braces on your teeth,” he said. “That’s a lot of metal.”

“Will you stop it?” I snapped.

I slapped the picture out of his hand.

“I think it’s great you have all these memories,” he said. “What’s in that leather thing?”

“No clue,” I said. “Probably some paperwork. Go ahead. Open it. Since you’re in a snooping mood.”

Atlas grinned.

He twisted and turned the leather laces to open the folder.

I went through some of the pictures in the box.

When I heard Atlas whistle, I froze.

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