|
|||||||||
 |
| This is /a1/?28 | ||||||
|
28
|
 |
|
||||
Brad listened to the sweet, poignant sound of the violin, the chords touching his very soul. Then he beat up the old man and stole his pension money. —Nyder  |
This is /a1/?c6374
| entry form |
| This picture has been archived, and is no longer accepting captions. |
