[EcM] 09.08 - And I can't do a love song like the way its meant to be
The sound of the soles of her boots scuffle in the loose grit, salt and sand left on the porch. Each time she shifts her feet she feels the scrape, hears the sound it makes against the distressed wood...she could've thought to do, even went looking for Lilith. It didn't matter anymore. Four months, was four months and if Sam couldn't sort it out? What the hell was she going to be able to pull off
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