Without hesitation, Barron lifts up the cover and tosses it aside, revealing the black convertible with the white stripes on the front. The red bow shimmers in the morning sunlight as Barron takes the knife and slits the tires, one by one.
I mean i always knew you were a jealous ansd possessive bastard.
But to destroy your brother's car all becoz she vhose him over you ?
I meanI freaking love that shit
I mwan everyone likes that don't they ?
