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The prompt:
“Illya don’t you think about anything besides food?” Napoleon snickered. “ Well, and blowing up things.”
The two agents were walking west along East Houston Street in New York City, heading to the crosswalk, having just come from lunch at Katz’s deli.
Though the day was misty and overcast, they decided to walk some of the two miles back to headquarters before hailing a taxi.
“And I will answer that with a question…do you not think about anything else besides women?”