Her Words Kill. Load My Revolver, Baby. Nobody Here Is Leaving Priscilla. واژه ها او را بکشد. بار من هفت تیر ، کودک. هیچ کس در اینجا ترک پریسیلا.
... 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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