“A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNi4xNjQuMjE2IC0gMjMtMTAtMjAyNCAyMzo0MjoxNSAtIDIxMzM2MTg0MzM=
This video was uploaded to betosfer.xyz on 20-10-2024 06:30:57
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9