The Moonlight Followers

The Moonlight Followers

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When two bohemian best friends meet the love of their lives and decide to not only get married on the same day, but go on an after wedding trip (kinda like a honeymoon) to the music festival Bonnaroo, things go south really quick when Kylie, finds herself missing from the rest of the group in a strange building. Will she make it out to see her friends again? Will she be able to live her dream gypsy life with Orion, Ryder and Keaira? Or will she be killed? Trapped here with no food and no water, will she make it out?
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