Keeping the flower stemmed pinched between his fingers, Coby reached out, an arm around each of them to pull them into a hug. "We gotta get outta this place," he sang softly, and tried to remember this moment, the feel of the three of them together, before who knew what would happen next.
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Date: 2019-07-09 05:37 am (UTC)