Short and Sweet - A Little Drabble Do Ya
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section7mfu“Here, let me get that for you.”
The Russian graciously accepted the help of Sam Whittle, a tall Texan who towered over everyone in the New York offices.
“Thank you, Sam. I was going to get a ladder, but…”
The smaller man shrugged his shoulders in a manner that indicated his acceptance of being shorter than many… most of the agents. Years of experience had taught him to meet challenges but accept conveniences when offered.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Kuryakin. It’s an honor.”
The elderly Russian nodded his acknowledgement, still amazed that his career had netted admiration from a new generation.
The Russian graciously accepted the help of Sam Whittle, a tall Texan who towered over everyone in the New York offices.
“Thank you, Sam. I was going to get a ladder, but…”
The smaller man shrugged his shoulders in a manner that indicated his acceptance of being shorter than many… most of the agents. Years of experience had taught him to meet challenges but accept conveniences when offered.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Kuryakin. It’s an honor.”
The elderly Russian nodded his acknowledgement, still amazed that his career had netted admiration from a new generation.
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