THE NINTH CIRCLE
It is a slightly cloudy, mostly sunny, somewhat chilly morning at this corner where the city of Rome and the country of the Vatican meet, and yet Mother feels herself sweating, from the folds between her thighs and groin, to the tightening space between her bra and her breasts. Would she have been better off putting on one coat rather th…
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