Marry me
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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.
What will Louis say? Do you THINK about Louis, Strike?!
Louis is very openminded about these things.
As to Keira, I've always had a massive crush on her too. Such ravishing beauty. As they say, great minds think alike. And nothing is greater than Texas, therefore no minds are greater than ours, and therefore we think more alike than any others. Even in women we share the same taste.
I do think the beauty is waning a bit. She was at her prettiest in her early twenties.
Louis, do you ever wear red cowboy boots and a ten gallon hat for strike? That and nothing else I mean.
Silence is beautiful
I feel most sexy in my confederate flag g-string.
Why are you guys even thinking about me naked? When the subect is the divinely beautiful miss K no less?
You do realise there are pictures out there of her topless, right?
Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
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Also known as SPIKE in TWC
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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