55: Bound by memories...

An old song brought with it a haunting memory. Trying to drown it in thoughts about work, chores and those risqué stilettos in the Clark’s window, she found herself giving in to the tune of nostalgia. As the lilting rhythm inched its way, she remembered – how she had seen too much in those brown eyes.

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It wasn’t every night that he bared his soul to a stranger. But this wasn’t just another night. He talked about the first glance, the fleeting looks and.... the love. Sia was long gone now, but he still ached. Running her fingers through his hair, the stranger cooed, “At least you aren’t a virgin anymore!”