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THEL Okeanos was singing. Her voice floated across the wide, open space between their properties, easily overcoming the babble of the river. Hearing her sing made him truly feel like he was home again, because this was how it used to be back in high school. Him occasionally drinking beer on his balcony and watching the stars above as her lovely voice filled up the dark night.
However, her singing wasn’t quite the same now. Thel had sung gospel standards back then. A pop song, on occasion, but only the ones that sounded like they could be interchanged with a church song if you took out all the references to s*x. The song now bridging the divide between her little house and his wasn’t even in English, he didn’t think. Italian maybe? He wasn’t into opera, but this song sounded an awful lo
