"How else do you think people have lived here over the last hundred and fifty years?"
She turns them off the prairie road and towards the dark hump of Purgatory, just visible now over the snowy fields. "Even Wynonna half started believing she really was crazy and there was no such thing as the curse."
She can still hear her sister's desperate, angry voice. You're supposed to be normal, Waverly.
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Date: 2023-02-03 04:35 pm (UTC)She turns them off the prairie road and towards the dark hump of Purgatory, just visible now over the snowy fields. "Even Wynonna half started believing she really was crazy and there was no such thing as the curse."
She can still hear her sister's desperate, angry voice. You're supposed to be normal, Waverly.