Fling but a stone, the giant dies. — Matthew Green
Fling but a stone, the giant dies. — Matthew Green
Fling but a stone, the giant dies. — Matthew Green
Fling but a stone, the giant dies. — Matthew Green
Fling but a stone, the giant dies. — Matthew Green
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Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

— Matthew Green
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