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“Yet let him sleep downstairs,” Edith persisted. “Whoa, Josh! Whoa, Jake!” he roared, apparently exerting himself to the utmost to hold in the skittish pair, but in reality giving a few practised touches on the reins which defeated his commands. “Stir yerself Moses or I’ll hev the zoo ready afore yer tickets are writ.”.
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⚽ Dominate the Betting Arena with Our International Friendlies Tips!I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
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“Well, now, is that so? It sounds to me like a furrin word,” returned Mrs. Wopp, who admired Mrs. Mifsud’s polished utterances, while by no means undervaluing her own rhetorical gifts. Why, it was going to be fine to work! Why had she not known it before? Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded. “But s’pose you change yer name, Miss Gordon,” whispered Betty slyly. “Then nobody’d know ’twas you.”.
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