toyota_rav

That lady who was just involved in a bloody fight is one of you and looks like a confused, shy heavy knight. You have a minute to run away or down your knees and pray again. The only thing that can be true is that all are dead; the sun is lighting new. Act of God, of course you didn't see, but revenge is actually free. Rephrase myself: I love her; she's my dream; along I came to make a deal. Vice has always a new, fresh young face, while death is a silent witness in this case.