“Hey, Logan,” I started as we continued to watch the moon.
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever wondered why the moon was so lonely?”
“No. I already know why.”
“Really?” I asked, half-asleep against his shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“Could you tell me?”
“Sure.” He shrugged slightly and pulled me closer as a light breeze passed over us. “Many years ago, the moon had a [...]
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