You don't get it... On a corner you got a dude who made the cadets, a man whose dad was in the army before him and who were the freaking goon of his Hockey team(Before his motocycle accident who killed his friend but made him a survivor) and on the other end you got me. You can't ask the skinny man that i am to even scratch his back... I swear he could pwn me even if he tryed to make me look good.
My dad in his prime?
I get curbed.
This.
Pilasy:La Voix d'un homme
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