"Whatever you have to say—"
“Miranda, your hands!"
Miranda saw the red splotches on her palms
. Can you believe that? What kind of a fucking psycho—?" He coughed up blood, drowning whatever he said next. When the woman saw Miranda watching back she winked
. . This is something a do on a daily base so nothing special
"Whatever you have to say—"
“Miranda, your hands!"
Miranda saw the red splotches on her palms
. Can you believe that? What kind of a fucking psycho—?" He coughed up blood, drowning whatever he said next. When the woman saw Miranda watching back she winked
. . This is something a do on a daily base so nothing special
"Whatever you have to say—"
“Miranda, your hands!"
Miranda saw the red splotches on her palms
. Can you believe that? What kind of a fucking psycho—?" He coughed up blood, drowning whatever he said next. When the woman saw Miranda watching back she winked
. . This is something a do on a daily base so nothing special
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