She does not have his permission, and no explanation she can really think of except that the scent is calling her. He wouldn’t understand. He’d think she was crazy.
Moongarden


She does not have his permission, and no explanation she can really think of except that the scent is calling her. He wouldn’t understand. He’d think she was crazy.
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