Your smoking jacket is covered with angora lint. and casually slide back the bolt.Īn angora sweater. You saunter to the door, straightening your ascot. "Who's there?" you say, checking your zipper. You by a crackling fire in a smoking jacket. Picture, if you will, a crisp winter afternoon.
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