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Prompted by: At leisure is the Soul~Emily Dickinson
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Without a thing to do—
Napoleon Solo sat at his desk playing with a pile of paper clips, twisting them to resemble little stick figures.
“You really are that bored,” his partner said, firing a rubber band at the clips and knocking them over like bowling pins.
“Look who’s talking chum,” Solo sneered at the destruction.
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To Help its Vacant Hands—
“Come my friend, to the gymnasium,” Illya smiled, “a workout will take care of vacant hands.”
Napoleon grinned as they walked from their office. “You’re on tovarisch. I always like giving you a good thrashing...for fun that is.”
Illya flashed one surly look that said, “Not today Amerikanskii.”