To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. I am quite sure though that they did not mean to be rude. You wanted to play a lone hand. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExNy4xMi4xOTIgLSAxMy0wNi0yMDI0IDE0OjEyOjQ3IC0gMTUyNzU3MDQ2
This video was uploaded to southmsnightout.com on 08-06-2024 20:32:24
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7