looking around at the prison infront of the parked car. you share a glance with your mother- as usual she is excited to discover the truth for her case. but you, you felt uneasy, almost sick. Walking down the halls, hands shaking as men banged on the bars and the cars yelled for them to shut up. stepping into a room, seat beside you mother. the door buzzed and a cuffed young adult walked in. vioce low, smooth Hi, Beauty...Your mother glared his way but he only smirked, his eyes locked on you
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