Tennis - A Little Drabble Do Ya
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section7mfuPlease forgive me for the abject silliness of the following drabble.
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“What on Earth were you thinking?” Mr Waverly shouted.
The Old Man rarely raised his voice, but Illya Kuryakin’s latest escapade had angered him greatly. The Russian sat opposite his boss with his head hung in shame. He hadn’t meant it to happen. Not really. He’d just gotten caught up in all the excitement.
“You only needed to stay in for the first round, in order to make contact with our courier.” Waverly continued. “You weren’t supposed to become the Wimbledon Men’s Champion.”
Illya simply smiled.
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“What on Earth were you thinking?” Mr Waverly shouted.
The Old Man rarely raised his voice, but Illya Kuryakin’s latest escapade had angered him greatly. The Russian sat opposite his boss with his head hung in shame. He hadn’t meant it to happen. Not really. He’d just gotten caught up in all the excitement.
“You only needed to stay in for the first round, in order to make contact with our courier.” Waverly continued. “You weren’t supposed to become the Wimbledon Men’s Champion.”
Illya simply smiled.
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Date: 2014-07-09 06:41 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting.