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Illya and Miss Diketon are singing for you. Napoleon is taking care of champagne...
Joyeux Anniversaire!


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They stood in front of what looked like to be a wooden barn. A storm lantern rocked by the wind hung down next to the door under a sort of canopy. Napoleon got his gun, staring around but the damp darkness engulfed everything. The rain was lashing him mercilessly. The Russian came up to the entrance and laid his hand flat on the door weathered by ( Read more... )