The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate?
She was sat looking awkward, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger, now looking like she didn’t want to join in with conversations, her aqua eyes almost glazed over, staring off into the distance, I could hear her quietly singing along to the words of Summer of 69 that was currently playing in the bar.
She seemed to know each word, making me smile, had to say I knew them too, one of the many songs played frequently at our family BBQs growing up. Fond memories flooded my brain of family members both past and present in my parents back garden, all laughing and joking while my dad and my grandad manned the grill, music playing loudly as kids played around……..wow, not sure where that c
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