Lally follows us onto the porch. As soon as we're out of Mom's sight, he grabs my ear and twists it hard… — DBC Pierre
Lally follows us onto the porch. As soon as we're out of Mom's sight, he grabs my ear and twists it hard. 'This is the way forward, little man—don't blow it.'
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