Alpha's Eight Secret Babies
After a quick shower, I put on a clean shirt and jeans, ran a hand through my hair, and headed downstairs.
The sound of a phone playing reels drifted from the living room. When I got there, Grandpa was sitting in his usual armchair, scrolling through his phone with the kind of focus only old men got when they discovered social media.
“Now I see where he learns all his new slangs from,” I muttered.
“Grandpa,” I said louder, stepping into the room, “I’m heading out. Tell Aunt I left.”
Without waiting for his reply, I grabbed my car keys from the counter and hurried toward the door.
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