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section7mfuNapoleon flopped down heavily into his office chair, causing it move backwards and bump into the wall. He let out a loud and heartfelt sigh, which turned into a deep yawn.
“You are tired, my friend,” Illya commented, barely suppressing a yawn of his own. “I know just how you feel.”
“Is it just me, or do we seem to travelling all over the world a little more than usual at the moment?”
“It is not just you,” Illya replied wearily. “And from what I can understand, it is to remain this way for another two and a half weeks.”
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“You are tired, my friend,” Illya commented, barely suppressing a yawn of his own. “I know just how you feel.”
“Is it just me, or do we seem to travelling all over the world a little more than usual at the moment?”
“It is not just you,” Illya replied wearily. “And from what I can understand, it is to remain this way for another two and a half weeks.”
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