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Gale couldn't help but glance and watch her, catching himself before chuckling and shaking his head as he viewed the watch. |
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She went and changed into her normal clothes. She grabbed the dress and walked to Gale. "Find something you like, love?" |
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"No it's just... familiar. I don't know why," He murmured, the watch having belonged to Sage. Whether it was the blood splatter, crack on the side, frays on the sides, it was the same. |
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"Anyway, if you're getting that i've gotta get something that's besides this." Gale mused, gesturing at his beat up outfit. |
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"Want help picking something?" She asked, grin growing |
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"Long as you like it and it doesn't look stupid," He mused, casual. |
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Gale chuckled, rubbing his temple. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
