Last chances
David corwin bradley, get that fucking smirk out of your eyes. what are you smiling about?" the retriever coughed, and shifted uncomfortably. "nothing, sir." "nothing?" "well. they were on target, sir."
David corwin bradley, get that fucking smirk out of your eyes. what are you smiling about?" the retriever coughed, and shifted uncomfortably. "nothing, sir." "nothing?" "well. they were on target, sir."