01-31-2021, 03:58:01 AM
Sylvester frustratingly walked away from the Skee-Ball machine. "Goddammit, I hate that game." He decided to play one of those hit-the-moles games to vent out his frustration. me o
Meanwhile, Rebel nodded at the idea of skee-ball. "Sure!"
Meanwhile, Rebel nodded at the idea of skee-ball. "Sure!"
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed