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@ciotogdriver
miles burden was his name. baby was what he was mostly known as. a young man with incredible potential was what he was to her.
as she entered the jail baby was temporarily locked up in, she could feel the eyes of everyone on her. after all, with wheat-blond hair, a flowery dress, and timely looking glasses she was a sight for herself, even more so in a dreary place like the prison complex was. some probably would get distracted by that. she, however, was focused on her assignment.
as she entered the dark-lit visitor room, it was like a sun rising in the darkest night. the genuine smile on her face lit up her entire posture as she walked towards the table in the middle, put her briefcase down on it, and took off the dated glasses.
it was nice to see the famous baby driver finally live and in colour.
“hello, miles. my name is sherry. i am here to get you out of jail.”
