Janey Carver:
Sandy, you idiotic little dope! You could blow yourself sky high with this demented crap!
[relenting]
Janey Carver:
Hey... hey. I'll take this.
Sandy Carver:
You're not going to tell Dad, are you?
Janey Carver:
Would it matter? What's this?
Sandy Carver:
You know, just a whip. The one Uncle Frank got me from Mexico.
Janey Carver:
Not packed with explosives, is it?
Sandy Carver:
No.
Sandy Carver:
Play with the whip.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:12