M.R. Gott Quotes
A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.
A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room. (M.R. Gott)
A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.