โ โ DO แ GREAT โ โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ โ LIVE แ IN โ โ THE โ โ HEDGES โ โ AND โ โ โ โ DIE แ BY โ โ THE โ โ SIDE แ OF โ โ A โ โ MUDDY โ โ โ โ ROAD ? แ แ
filthy and hungry, i crawl on my belly to reach your boots. i can't go any lower, pull myself further. (there's dirt under every nail.) i just need you to tell me i've done enough. all i need is your steel wedged between my teeth.
throat goes dry instantly, devoid of a sensible answer.
nodding. big, usually clumsy hands hold the pitcher and his own cup to fill it; he does not drink from it, but instead offers it to the young man before him.
" โ here, padon me. "
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c*te , but so obviously penniless โ as is the case with most agreeable men , he finds . the pretty ones are always selling their lunch to be able to buy dinner .
ah , but what's the harm .
" . . . you're not going to pour me any ? "
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PEASANT GAYS , HEED MY CALL TO WAR ! WHO'S WITH ME ! @worthseas ??? @SERGlANT ???? eh ??? come on . every union of the proletariat has to start somewhere .
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even if wanted to ignore him, couldn't. returns the gazeโhis own is trembling, wandering around the room. * ๐ง
โ iโ beg your pardon, sir. can i help you ? โ