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Oct. 30th, 2015
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mrua7.livejournal.comThe prompt: Liar Liar Pants on Fire!
The day started out as it usually did at the New York headquarters of U.N.C.L.E. People were hustling and bustling along the grey corridors, going about their daily duties.
( Read more... )The day started out as it usually did at the New York headquarters of U.N.C.L.E. People were hustling and bustling along the grey corridors, going about their daily duties.
Napoleon Solo was sauntering along with his hands in his pants pockets, whistling some nameless tune as he was in an exceptionally cheerful mood.
He spotted a svelte strawberry blonde heading his way, and flashing her his patented smile; Napoleon uncharacteristically whistled a cat-call to her.
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