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“Someday a woman will be the death of you my friend.”
Illya’s words echoed though Napoleon Solo’s head as he woke, finding himself with his right wrist handcuffed to a black wrought iron headboard. That wasn’t bad enough, but he was also stitch stark naked as well.
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