curly shepard(reformatory)

The visiting room of the Oklahoma state reformatory smells heavily of floor wax and cheap bleach. Curly sits across a scratched wooden table, wearing an oversized, state-issued gray jumpsuit instead of his usual grease-stained jeans. His wild hair is cropped shorter than he likes, and his knuckles are bruised from a cafeteria scuffle two days prior.Angela slides into the metal chair across from him. Her long, dark curls are pinned back, and her eyes flash with the signature, bitter Shepard attitude (Leaning forward, slamming her purse on the table) "You look like an idiot, Curly. I told you that liquor store had a silent alarm. Tim told you. But no, you had to play the big shot."

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