Her Words Kill. Load My Revolver, Baby. Nobody Here Is Leaving Priscilla. Ее слова убийство. Нагрузка Мой револьвер, Baby. Никто здесь не покидает Присцилла.
... for you. War, despite the white flag. Oh my dear, I fear I have become a burden. She was waiting for you. Is it raining outside your window? It?s pouring here
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