Golden Chance
- LECTURAS 17
- Votos 2
- Partes 3
What was that for?" He asks grasping for breath; sits on the floor breathing heavily the same as Clare who kept pacing up and down in circulating Micheal, looking confused as he stands up and taps her from behind.
"What the fuck is wrong ?" He asks as she stares at him.
"I thought Emily told you to be careful with the use of language?" She snaps
"Pardon!" He asks in shock as to how she pronounces his mother's name.
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