[ Whatever it is, it's bound them in ways she doesn't really know how to explain. Something understood in the way they are. Something that keeps pulling them together, despite the insanity of the world they both live in. ]
What the hell is new moon water?
[ She shifts her head up to look at him with a raised brow, fingertips tracing along the knuckles of his hand. ]
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What the hell is new moon water?
[ She shifts her head up to look at him with a raised brow, fingertips tracing along the knuckles of his hand. ]