On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his hand upon his sword. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. I get the feeling that you are special, so alone, so beautiful that I must get to the bottom of you if it takes my whole life. ‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you if you had taken the veil. He is all kindness, and will overlook them for your poor father's sake —for mine. His chest heaved violently, and big tears coursed rapidly down his cheeks.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMjEuMTIuMTQwIC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAxNjo1MDozNCAtIDE1MTcxODc2OTk=
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 17-09-2024 19:08:09
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8