Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on in — Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on in — Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on in — Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on in — Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on in — Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
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Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on inside this head. Not even me.

— Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
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