There is the election——” He laughed derisively. ’ A laugh escaped her. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. ‘To me, quickly!’ There was a brief hush, and then the shouts resumed and several pairs of feet clattered towards her from, as it seemed, several directions. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. My reply to all of them has been the same. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. It was Blueskin.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS4yMDUuMTg5IC0gMDItMDYtMjAyNCAwOTo0NTozNSAtIDg3NTQ0NzkzOQ==
This video was uploaded to gohardasht1.com on 31-05-2024 14:15:55
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7 - Resource Map: 8