Sagramor:
So, on the morrow, thou wilt invoke the Yankee Curse.
Hank Martin:
You said it, Little Sunshine.
Sagramor:
And on the morrow, thou wilt blot out the Sun.
Hank Martin:
Yes and, when I do, you're gonna jump right out of that embroidery nightie you got on there.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:43