posted by Cardinal Pirelli @ 12:06 PM
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I'm Too Sexy For My Cope
"Huddled up in a cope of gold wrought silk he peered around. Society had rallied in force. A christening - and not a child's."
"Huddled up in a cope of gold wrought silk he peered around. Society had rallied in force. A christening - and not a child's."
