Jack Slash noticed us, and his his eyes drifted around the arch that led from the parking garage to the wet outdoors. He smiled, “This is not an exit.”
Well, clearly not, with the Slaughterhouse members in the way.
Jack Slash noticed us, and his his eyes drifted around the arch that led from the parking garage to the wet outdoors. He smiled, “This is not an exit.”
Well, clearly not, with the Slaughterhouse members in the way.
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