You would rather play games than have a womans scent fill your nostrils? her soft body up against yours? Touching the small of her back? Seeing her smile?
WHY
You would rather play games than have a womans scent fill your nostrils? her soft body up against yours? Touching the small of her back? Seeing her smile?
WHY
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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