Heatwave III
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section7mfu“So, Illya…”
The Russian looked up from his periodical. “Yes, Napoleon?”
“The temperature is only hitting 85 today. The heatwave is over.”
“Yes, I watched the weather report.” As Napoleon squirmed he asked, “What is it?”
“Moy brat, I love you; I’ve killed for you and I would die for you.”
“I know; what is wrong?”
“You’ve got to go home. You’re driving me crazy! You leave your clothes everywhere, you leave dishes in the sink…”
“I do the same when we are on a mission.”
“Missions end. You’re my best friend; keep it that way. Goodbye.”
“Alright, Napoleon. Goodbye.”
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