The sound of fist pounding on glass and glass breaking filled the room.
Unable to move, I watched I awe as a fist slammed trough the glass of a picture frame and started tearing away more shards...
The sound of fist pounding on glass and glass breaking filled the room.
Unable to move, I watched I awe as a fist slammed trough the glass of a picture frame and started tearing away more shards...
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