His mind was a spring that was rapidly unwinding. As it spun, the only thoughts Chip had, involved ways to get more pills.
He was The Mouse. He wasn’t Mouse. That would have been a kind nickname. The Mouse was named in one of his many foster homes by one of his many not so nice foster brothers.
A youth offender in North Carolina decides to deal drugs, but needs to find someone he can trust
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