To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
“No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMS4xMjYuNTYgLSAyMi0wOS0yMDI0IDE2OjMyOjU2IC0gMTY2OTMxOTA2Nw==
This video was uploaded to woodsdrivingschool.com on 22-09-2024 13:29:17
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8