Song Story~"What goes around comes around."

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It was a crisp fall day that found Napoleon Solo taking a stroll in Central Park; he decided to have his lunch outside, getting some fresh air.  A couple of hot dogs from a dirty water dog vendor did the trick, and as he casually sat on a park bench, his legs crossed while enjoying his food; he admired the brilliant red, yellow and oranges of the changing foliage.

Inevitably his gaze was drawn to the women who strolled past him. Their coats covering them up for the most part, yet still there were plenty of long lovely legs to admire.

Somehow, in spite of the spectacular view, his thoughts segued to his partner.

Illya was on assignment in Mexico, and Napoleon could just imagine all the lovely señoritas the man was ignoring. That reminded Solo to have another long talk with his Russian friend about paying closer attention to the fairer sex.

He found himself missing his partners presence, though not his snide comments about the American’s eating habits when it came to hot dogs, especially with onions...or girl watching for that matter.

A voice called the agent from his daydreaming…

“Well if it isn’t Napoleon Solo. I see your gastronomic tastes haven’t improved,” there was a tinge of sarcasm to the woman’s voice.

“Hello Sylvia...slumming, dear? I didn’t think parks were your thing? ” He kept his voice void of any emotion;  his riposte not missing a beat to her insulting observation.

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