Forgive Durden. A Dead Person Breathed On Me!. Συγχωρέστε Ντέρντεν. Ένας νεκρός φύσηξε στα Me!.
...I've got shovels for my hands. Anchors for my legs. Wings jut out my shoulder blades. I can go anywhere. But I can't go anywhere. I'm trapped in a mirror
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