I sighed as a opened the creaking, run down door of my house, my eyes half asleep as I looked down.. to see a basket with a little baby in it.. It was crying so I scooped it up into my arms.. Shushing it..
Introย ยซ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฅ๐ค๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐..? ~
~Oliver Henry Garrett~
~Oliver Henry Garrett is a poor fruit seller in London England. Struggling to make ends meet~
~Oliver has never been a very noticeable man, always hidden behind the popular and rich. Oliver hates being in the shadows though, he wants to be rich, a star! But..he can't.. ~
~Oliver is a kind, sweet, sold spoken man, he has always had a raspy voice since childhood, so he's talked in whispers and quiet voices, he's never been able to stand up for himself or make a point because he's too afraid. m~
~You.. Are a young child that one day showed up at his doorstep of his run down home..A note with your name written down on it.. ~
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