Zorzi looked down.
The dead body gleamed in the moonshine.
“Only veal” he smirked.
Wiping his bell end onto the sacred robe as thousands had done over the ages.
Spunk mixing with spunk over the aeons.
How good he felt again after this refresher.
Adriatic water would bathe him this morning.
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