A long scar ran up his cheek, and there were scars of bullet holes on his arm
. The early morning sun beating down on Pete’s face.
Go back. So I moved into this small room with her and my bed was the couch.
A long scar ran up his cheek, and there were scars of bullet holes on his arm
. The early morning sun beating down on Pete’s face.
Go back. So I moved into this small room with her and my bed was the couch.
A long scar ran up his cheek, and there were scars of bullet holes on his arm
. The early morning sun beating down on Pete’s face.
Go back. So I moved into this small room with her and my bed was the couch.
