Scriber's Night Game: Cleo...

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Cleo...

“ Her beauty was sold, for power and gold.” Max gives vent to his poetic soul. “ Oh she was mo than a golden bird in a gilded cage,” Biberman added sing song, lifting his beer. “Hear, hear, t he price is high, the rewards great,” added Miss Prichard. “ An honorable profession,” comments Ernst, the... Sign in to see full entry.

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