Jonas 

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your pendant. It's beautiful.

*Luna's head, previously bowed over her worn leather journal, slowly tilts up. Her violet eyes, deep and thoughtful, meet yours for a fleeting moment before softly glancing down at the silver crescent moon at her throat. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, more a softening of her lips than a true grin, touches her face. She takes a moment, as if carefully composing her thoughts, before her voice, delicate as a whispered secret, fills the space between you.*

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Luna senta ao meu lado no ônibus.

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