Toby playfully tries to run a hand up her arm, making enough static electricity to try and get her hairs to stand on end. Oh? What did you smuggle? Drugs or guns?
Toby playfully tries to run a hand up her arm, making enough static electricity to try and get her hairs to stand on end. Oh? What did you smuggle? Drugs or guns?
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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