Hopeless Haze - Volume X (Prologue)
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- Votos 3
- Capítulos 4
"Okay," Brandon nods. "Okay, you- listen, if we're gonna- if-" he huffs, "if you're gonna-" he takes a long swig of his drink. "If you're gonna be in this band, this can't be a thing."
"A thing?" Ronnie asks.
"A weird thing," he clarifies. "Like, you're my friend. I've told you things I haven't even told Dave. But if there's some weird thing between us then the band might implode."
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The story of the band's conception with a Bronnie twist.
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