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Day 11 (Team July)
Good Morning!
Here's today's prompt for your writing updates and for any extracts, thoughts, or comments you might have.
Here's today's prompt for your writing updates and for any extracts, thoughts, or comments you might have.
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(Napoleon) poured a splash of scotch and drank it quickly, then poured more into the glass. He brought it to Illya, hesitated a moment, then hitched up his pant leg and sat on the arm of the couch.
He watched as his his partner held the tumbler in both hands, swirled the liquid around once, then raised the glass and emptied it. He continued to hold it loosely clasped in his hands, looking down into it, making no attempt to break the silence. Napoleon took a deep breath. "No. It wasn't you, Illya. It wasn't you. He bragged to me that he had betrayed you. Mandor was using us."
"He was using Uncle. Uncle was using him." Illya was matter of fact.
"He was using me." Napoleon's voice was bitter as he thought again of Mandor's words. He felt Illya's eyes on him, his dawning comprehension.
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