Mickey Milkovich
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Mickey’s tongue rested in his cheek as he sat in the interrogation office. How he got here? The fuck if he knew. He folded his arms across his chest and attempted to conjure up of a way out of this fucking police station.
Mickey’s tongue rested in his cheek as he sat in the interrogation office. How he got here? The fuck if he knew. He folded his arms across his chest and attempted to conjure up of a way out of this fucking police station.