[ if he had, it wouldn't have been the end of the world. caroline can withstand a bullet wound or two (but she might have needed a snack afterwards). as it is, between his spray-and-pray bullets that somehow manage to puncture the armor of the una and her grab-and-go neck twisting, it doesn't take long to make work of the half-dozen soldiers that have come to play. ]
God. [ no, she does not cross herself, thank you very much. ] Are you this fun to work with for everybody, or do you just hate blondes?
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God. [ no, she does not cross herself, thank you very much. ] Are you this fun to work with for everybody, or do you just hate blondes?