You launch him into the air with a quick press on the fire button, trying to pass over bombs as you fly.
Arcione, the arſon or ſaddle bowe.
[M]y anxiety was my body's way of trying to protect me, to look after me. So the impulse was coming from a good place.
Living at the top of an elevatorless building meant trudging up twelve flights of stairs every day.
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