Enter at your own risk
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”
Let’s be honest: Artur isn’t a degenerate, so there was no other option for him but to leave the room in the quickest possible manner.
My concern is that he used his foot to make the initial break in the glass and has his face covered by his crossed arms. He knows how to do this sort of thing. How many times has he exited a room through the window before?
if you are mexican, this ability is something that comes in your veins for allot of things (the cops, la chancla and a angry latin girlfriend)
“NOPE! I AIN’T GOING TO JAIL FOR THIS SHIT!”
Everybody already said everything about the whole situation going on,but no one said anything about how Sophie’s opinion of Arthur seems to have risen drastically.
yes… Handle any situation.
Last time I saw some character said something like this is end up by beating by superman in the justices league N52
Jago, An translation advice: It’s the Wild West, not the Far West.
Really? Artur seems to think Lucy wanted to go pretty Far with him…
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