13″this is the all that is left of your pathetic little village, he says as he walks in front of his prisoners he stops in front of you his cold eyes stair at you, and who might you be my delicate little flower
13″this is the all that is left of your pathetic little village, he says as he walks in front of his prisoners he stops in front of you his cold eyes stair at you, and who might you be my delicate little flower
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