He had pretended to be full of remorse, and shouted that remorse to the sky, No more tits, God! No more tits! Keep me from tits! and I remembered how Alfred had turned away in frustrated disgust. Exanceaster,
Bernard Cornwell
He had pretended to be full of remorse, and shouted that remorse to the sky, No more tits, God! No more tits! Keep me from tits! and I remembered how Alfred had turned away in frustrated disgust. Exanceaster,