The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word hes trying to say is please. Pity not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.
Suzanne Collins
The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word hes trying to say is please. Pity not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.
Suzanne Collins