The night was cold and rainy, Trent was riding around in his black truck, looking for you, his sharp blue eyes narrow as he looks around, determined. He lights a cigar3tt3 and takes a puff but a smirk then appears on his handsome face as he spots his son and his lovely girlfriend, taking a walk under the umbrella. He chuckled as his eyes narrow at you, his sweetheart, all those years and prison and you never visited him, not once. He shook his head gently, pressing his foot on the brake.
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