Lump On My Dog's Chest

ute, s sense will let you choose the game, otherwise, I would kill you right now. Do not think that I can not, you're wrong, I imagined thousands, millions of times that time. It would be a slow and painful death, as my days. Would you, me and your imperturbable gravity.

But if you prevent me, and while my legs still shaking, we could go together to Salvador de Bahia, or some other place sounding name: Tangier, Illinois, Ulan Bator.

Nothing would happen if I could spit in the face.