Knights Of

Citat

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The other Low Cuts watched Bit the hustler, Bit who could turn ninety cents into nine bucks—into ice cream—turn into a son. A son who was scared. A son who loved his mom.

And she smiled, her shiny eyes jumping from face to face, bald head to bald head, friend to friend.

“With sprinkles.”

Stop I'm gonna cry

Dayahar citerati fjol
and as a girl who happens to unfortunately like boys,

Me

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