“Hi John. I hated him. The twins weren’t far behind, they got put into the psych ward too. Rummage, my boy, do. There are two ways to go in, you understand. She could hear the bell tinkle as the horse shook its head. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTIuMTUzLjgzIC0gMTktMDgtMjAyNCAwNjo0NzozMSAtIDEzMDA1NDE1MzE=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 15-08-2024 10:31:05
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9
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 - Resource Map: 9 - Resource Map: 10