#24 Clara had already been regretting agreeing to her friend's idea to get in the guy's trunk and go and be photographed in front of a poured-concrete monstrosity in the middle of nowhere, when she glanced over her shoulder. "What the actual f@#k," she breathed. And stealthily chambered a round in her .45.
#24 Clara had already been regretting agreeing to her friend's idea to get in the guy's trunk and go and be photographed in front of a poured-concrete monstrosity in the middle of nowhere, when she glanced over her shoulder. "What the actual f@#k," she breathed. And stealthily chambered a round in her .45.
"What the actual f@#k," she breathed. And stealthily chambered a round in her .45.