"Sweet baby Jesus."
That’s how he realized. Grayson had been driving people around the city over and over again, tons of different people, multiple faces and names that he knew but didn’t know his.
"Just Help me outta here, yeah? So that I won't be as lonely as I am now."
He said nicely, c’mon, how can someone resist the call of a nice guy?
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