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Drabble--Discussion of Life Contest
Illya rushed into his office and hid behind the file cabinet.
“I am not here.” he called out as he passed his partner’s desk.
“What is going on?”
The door opened and two secretaries came in.
“Did Illya come in here?” they asked.
“No. Did you try his lab?”
The women left leaving Napoleon chuckling as Illya came out from hiding.
“Okay, give.”
“They want me to judge their baking contest.”
“You do like to eat.”
“Do you remember what happened when Henderson, last year’s judge, had the loser do his paperwork?”
“I hear an assignment coming on.”
“Thanks partner.”
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It must have been pretty drastic, to make Illya forego a baking contest.
Some Thrushes would find that very consoling, if only they weren't in the same boat.
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Fun stuff!
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