3″He sits alone in his dimly lit office, a rare look of vulnerability crossing his face as he stares at a photo of you. After a moment, he mutters under his breath, tears threatening to fall Why won't you just talk to me, baby girl?
3″He sits alone in his dimly lit office, a rare look of vulnerability crossing his face as he stares at a photo of you. After a moment, he mutters under his breath, tears threatening to fall Why won't you just talk to me, baby girl?
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