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Got Your Back - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - September 2nd
“Napoleon! Drop!”
Instinctively, Solo obeyed the urgency in his partner’s voice, and dropped down into a low squat. As soon as he deemed it was safe to rise again, he stood and looked for what had been heading for him. Turning around he found the remains of a hotdog on the ground, and the tell-tale signs of mustard and ketchup on the wall. It had been thrown by an irate woman at her boyfriend, but her aim was somewhat lacking.
“You can no longer say I have no respect for your attire,” stated Illya smugly, heading for the hotdog stand.
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Instinctively, Solo obeyed the urgency in his partner’s voice, and dropped down into a low squat. As soon as he deemed it was safe to rise again, he stood and looked for what had been heading for him. Turning around he found the remains of a hotdog on the ground, and the tell-tale signs of mustard and ketchup on the wall. It had been thrown by an irate woman at her boyfriend, but her aim was somewhat lacking.
“You can no longer say I have no respect for your attire,” stated Illya smugly, heading for the hotdog stand.
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