the mother beside him pulls disease like ivy from the wall. he puts his glove where her breast should be. with a finger of hers she traces the moustache drawn on his visor. I like this scene because I have kids.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
the mother beside him pulls disease like ivy from the wall. he puts his glove where her breast should be. with a finger of hers she traces the moustache drawn on his visor. I like this scene because I have kids.
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