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section7mfu“Slow down!”
Normally it was Napoleon yelling at Illya to ease off the gas pedal, but this time it was the American driving.
“Time’s almost up,” Napoleon answered, as he swung the car around a slower moving vehicle. “There won’t be another chance after this.”
Two minutes later, he brought their car to a screeching stop in front of Del Floria’s. Jumping out, he reached the tailor’s door just as it was opened from the inside.
“You nearly blew it, Solo,” Franny Webb told him sternly.
“Five minutes,” he begged. “Then I’m all yours.”
Watching on, Illya rolled his eyes.
Normally it was Napoleon yelling at Illya to ease off the gas pedal, but this time it was the American driving.
“Time’s almost up,” Napoleon answered, as he swung the car around a slower moving vehicle. “There won’t be another chance after this.”
Two minutes later, he brought their car to a screeching stop in front of Del Floria’s. Jumping out, he reached the tailor’s door just as it was opened from the inside.
“You nearly blew it, Solo,” Franny Webb told him sternly.
“Five minutes,” he begged. “Then I’m all yours.”
Watching on, Illya rolled his eyes.
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