Sunday, February 8, 2004
A fictionalized rendition of an actual prison escape.
He awoke groggily to the singing of the birds. They were his alarm clock. It had been a fairly uneventful evening he recalled as he hoisted his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there taking in the overcast morning with misting rain glistening the street and sidewalks outside his open bedroom... Sign in
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