What do you call a slap that`s waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress — Angelos Michalopoulos, The man who has only one truth in him
What do you call a slap that`s waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress — Angelos Michalopoulos, The man who has only one truth in him
What do you call a slap that`s waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress — Angelos Michalopoulos, The man who has only one truth in him
What do you call a slap that`s waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress — Angelos Michalopoulos, The man who has only one truth in him
What do you call a slap that`s waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress — Angelos Michalopoulos, The man who has only one truth in him
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What do you call a slap that`s waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress

— Angelos Michalopoulos, The man who has only one truth in him
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