One, two, three, four, five, I took out all my disappointment in the man, my trainer, for his failure with banshee. “I like that,” she whispered.
“You fucked up,” I told him.
One, two, three, four, five, I took out all my disappointment in the man, my trainer, for his failure with banshee. “I like that,” she whispered.
“You fucked up,” I told him.