” He took a quick step forward. Old pupil. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. She recoiled. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. She was pleased and a little flattered by his interest and sympathy.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNy4xMDUuOTcgLSAwNC0wNy0yMDI0IDEzOjM2OjEyIC0gODU5ODYxMDU3
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 30-06-2024 15:09:35
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7