tactfullust: Jean: Jean wanted to cry. Not because she had been the one to put him in a wheelchair in the first place, but because he actually didn’t know her real name. “I, uh, I’m all right, I just,” the blond scratched his head, eyeing her
tactfullust: Jean: Jean wanted to cry. Not because she had been the one to put him in a wheelchair in the first place, but because he actually didn’t know her real name. “I, uh, I’m all right, I just,” the blond scratched his head, eyeing her
tactfullust: Jean: Jean wanted to cry. Not because she had been the one to put him in a wheelchair in the first place, but because he actually didn’t know her real name. “I, uh, I’m all right, I just,” the blond scratched his head, eyeing her
tactfullust: Jean: Jean wanted to cry. Not because she had been the one to put him in a wheelchair in the first place, but because he actually didn’t know her real name. “I, uh, I’m all right, I just,” the blond scratched his head, eyeing her
tactfullust: Jean: Jean wanted to cry. Not because she had been the one to put him in a wheelchair in the first place, but because he actually didn’t know her real name. “I, uh, I’m all right, I just,” the blond scratched his head, eyeing her
