milo shrugs. "suit yourself" he says. "arl, hound, orla?" he offers, flashing three cigars between his fingers. "i got one for each of you" he says. "not the usual midhive poodoo, the real cream of the crop"
he looks at them, and then at marcella "dont mind her, i bet shes never been cool in her life" he jokes, slapping her shoulder gently. "poor little sanctionite, never had a smoke, or a dance, or a lay"
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fyi, marcella, tell me if i go to hard on you, yeh? i want this to be fun, not unfun
Re: IC II: DH The Purity of Sacrifice
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