They were all free souls running from themselves. Misfits that kept looking to the stars to find the light again. The worst of this rag-tag group was Kayla. She wasn’t just a free soul, she was insane. Ciara came in a close second, and not far behind trailed Stef. The unholy trinity they called themselves. When together they shined like the light of a full moon. Unbreakable as a group, but past the point of mending as individuals.
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