A woman graced the stage, her voice twining with the lyrics of a folk song.

As Sabrina took a seat at the bar, the bartender asked, “What can I get you, miss?”

A quick reality check reminded her that she was expecting. “A Sprite, please,”

The bartender was left momentarily speechless.

He thought she was kidding, but he still brought a bottle of Sprite for

Sabrina. “Enjoy your drink.”

“Thank you,” Sabrina replied, securing her drink and finding a secluded spot. She settled into her chair, her gaze focused on the singer on the stage, her mind adrift with thoughts.

me through the summer’s song

What you choose to

my love. My story is all

just ordinary. Perhaps due to the small audience, her

profound. Her eyes

chose

journey from a naive college boy

murky existence, and her singular narrative for the

muddied and bruised, always striving to

fought to keep it afloat, exhausting

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