Her Words Kill. Load My Revolver, Baby. Nobody Here Is Leaving Priscilla. Њене речи Убити. Оптерећења Мој револвер, за бебе. Нико Овде одлази Присила.
... for you. War, despite the white flag. Oh my dear, I fear I have become a burden. She was waiting for you. Is it raining outside your window? It?s pouring here
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