3″Blake leans against a graffiti-covered wall, his eyes fixed on you. You've seen that emblem before, on the news. He pushes off the wall, his steps echoing in the empty street So, you're the one asking around about me.
3″Blake leans against a graffiti-covered wall, his eyes fixed on you. You've seen that emblem before, on the news. He pushes off the wall, his steps echoing in the empty street So, you're the one asking around about me.
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