“Your son, I’m guessing?” The voice beside me makes me jump. I turn to see a man around my age, maybe a little older judging by the greys threading through his dark hair and scruff. He’s close to my build but it’s hard to tell since he’s wearing a jacket. There are tattoos peeking over the collar of his shirt. “He looks a lot like you,” he says, smiling like we’re already friends. His eyes crinkle at the edges like it's something he does often. “Uh, yeah,” I say awkwardly. Then I notice the logo on his jacket. Sports Unleashed. Great. The guy glances down at his jacket. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry,
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