Braden:
Hey, what's going on?
Jessie:
I'm moving you out. I want you to take your socks, your cigar stubs, your long johns, and your nickel-plated sheriff's badge, and amble back down the hall to your own room.
Braden:
I like it here.
Jessie:
Can't quite remember how you got squatter's rights in here, anyhow. Seems to me you came by one night to ask for an extra blanket and stayed a year.
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03/03/2025 alle ore 16:12
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