The Randomness of Life Chapter 16~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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 Prompted by : Flowers—Well—if anybody ~Emily Dickinson

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Anybody find the fountain

Do you think Thrush has lost their mind on this one? Napoleon asked.

If you call traipsing through St. Augustine, looking for the fountain of youth...then yes. It is mere myth, urban legend.” Illya said with disdain.

“Believable enough for the Old Man to sent us after them, tovarisch.

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Have a system of aesthetics—


Napoleon walked into his partners spartan apartment. In all these years
Illya had yet to put up curtains, simply using the yellowing shades to keep his   privacy intact.

“How can you live like this?”

“I do not need much,”” He answered, misting the pale orchid on his kitchen  window sill.