" I WANT A SODA. " and to get away for a while, though the girl leaves that part unsaid. hideout had been loud and chaotic the past two hours, and the ache behind her eyes was starting to become a very persistent nuisance. ( it always is, momoa thinks, but especially when she's maxed out on ibuprofen. ) her voice barely rises above the volume of a mumble, almost lost in the echoes of jabber doing ... whatever it is he's doing. " can we go? "
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