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Dec 2017
It was the incense perfumed aftershave that first aroused her
suspicions
Though there were other clues:
The purple balaclava
And the fish tattoo
The funny collar on the bedroom floor
Sunglasses indoors
The little round wig he always wore

“I think you have a secret life,”
She murmured to her lover.
As, under cover of darkness,
Father Doyle
Traced a crucifix in baby oil across her thighs
And gave her a blessing in disguise
Written by
Mick Devine
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