- Equestrians know.
I felt as if the espresso had exploded in my stomach, sending reconstituted coffee beans in all directions, like a napalm bomb...
Murder. This is what little Marcel was telling me, not so subtly.
I felt as if the espresso had exploded in my stomach, sending reconstituted coffee beans in all directions, like a napalm bomb...
Murder. This is what little Marcel was telling me, not so subtly.
I felt as if the espresso had exploded in my stomach, sending reconstituted coffee beans in all directions, like a napalm bomb...
Murder. This is what little Marcel was telling me, not so subtly.