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“Oh look Napoleon, there's one.’ A finely manicured hand reached out and pointed towards a bright spot above the dawn’s horizon.
“It's a sign of the season, the dog days of summer.” Napoleon Solo had learned quite a lot in his young life, including the finer points of how to please young ladies. He had no idea about stars or what they had to do with the weather. It might have been a mistake to date a science major.
“You’re my morning star, beautiful.” And with that he kissed her until she didn’t care about weather or stars any longer.