I'd borrowed teach yourself Persian CDs from the library, and listened to them for six months. But it's fair to say my Persian was wojus.

our company, who fought without any aduantage of couert, the vaimure being throwen downe by the mine

“'Cause if you did you'd be home with your man wearin' nothing but a cute little apron instead of tromping around here like Bitchzilla, tryin' to pin something on Stephen Duncan. Nice kid, by the way.”

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