2″Walking down the street, a lit cigarette in his mouth. He comes forth to find you standing before him, knife dripping with blood. His eyes narrow, not in fear—but in analysis who are you?
2″Walking down the street, a lit cigarette in his mouth. He comes forth to find you standing before him, knife dripping with blood. His eyes narrow, not in fear—but in analysis who are you?
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