You do that, Frye. [He didn't ask anything about Jacob's wagon. He didn't ask a thing. At least he has a smirk to spare for Jacob's carrying on about being a menace, before he follows after him to climb up onto the wagon.
Or. To look at it. He's tiny, he needs a lot of room and absolutely no commentary from public enemy two-or-three while he hauls himself up onto the wagon. Christ above.]
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Or. To look at it. He's tiny, he needs a lot of room and absolutely no commentary from public enemy two-or-three while he hauls himself up onto the wagon. Christ above.]