The Crescat
… I hated to do it, kill you and all. But at 75 mph in morning commuter traffic it was either you or me. I am sure you understand. Your memory is eternal; the huge crack in the grill of my car will always make me think of you.
… I hated to do it, kill you and all. But at 75 mph in morning commuter traffic it was either you or me. I am sure you understand. Your memory is eternal; the huge crack in the grill of my car will always make me think of you.
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