"Beware the Ides of March"

[mrua7]

I almost forgot to post this:

Napoleon shivered at what felt like chill wind blowing as he and Illya walked down the block, heading towards the entrance to Del Floria’s.

“I can’t wait for Spring, I’m freezing,” he muttered, pulling his lined trench coat tightly about him.

“How can you say that? It is nearly sixty degrees, and quite mild for the

Comments

[writerflood]

Good

[premiermaui]

good