Mixing Metaphors - A Little Drabble Do Ya
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section7mfu“Who was that?”
“Hmmm…? Oh, Rhonda Fleming.”
“Okay, and where did she come from?”
“Why all the questions?”
The two men exchanged looks that said there was territory involved.
“Sorry, I thought I knew her.”
“No you didn’t, you thought you could have her. There is a distinct difference.”
Napoleon smirked at his blond partner, he hated losing women to the Russian. He was still trying to understand how that even happened.
“So, are you two dating? That’s like offering her a Russian winter.“
“You’re attempt at metaphors is commendable, but inaccurate. I am more like a warm Russian summer.”
“Hmmm…? Oh, Rhonda Fleming.”
“Okay, and where did she come from?”
“Why all the questions?”
The two men exchanged looks that said there was territory involved.
“Sorry, I thought I knew her.”
“No you didn’t, you thought you could have her. There is a distinct difference.”
Napoleon smirked at his blond partner, he hated losing women to the Russian. He was still trying to understand how that even happened.
“So, are you two dating? That’s like offering her a Russian winter.“
“You’re attempt at metaphors is commendable, but inaccurate. I am more like a warm Russian summer.”
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Date: 2013-04-17 03:43 pm (UTC)