Prison Breaking (Chapter 1)
Sometimes, when he was lucky, Mike had dreams about sitting in the park on a sunny day. He could hear the shouts and cheers of little children playing their games. People were walking their dogs, or jogging on by and no one gave a second glance to the doting grandfather watching his ten-year-old granddaughter swing. Sometimes Kaylee would throw her
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