I love the way you ponder
. Too bad he was an athlete, I would have pounded him to death.
. Sickly bags drooped beneath his eyes. Instead of my sword snapping, it sheared through his rib cage
I love the way you ponder
. Too bad he was an athlete, I would have pounded him to death.
. Sickly bags drooped beneath his eyes. Instead of my sword snapping, it sheared through his rib cage
I love the way you ponder
. Too bad he was an athlete, I would have pounded him to death.
. Sickly bags drooped beneath his eyes. Instead of my sword snapping, it sheared through his rib cage
