my little jokes on thee...
Gregory was silent again, before sighing.
"Me and my big mouth." he growled.
"Yes. He's alive." he told her.
"And no, he's not a threat, before you assume that."
"Me and my big mouth." he growled.
"Yes. He's alive." he told her.
"And no, he's not a threat, before you assume that."
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.
great big one on me.