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Dragon: Drop that Icon!

“Well?” demanded the smoldering official. “What are you all
standing around for? Help me up!”
Two of the idlers grudgingly obliged, lifting Fyodor to his feet and
making a show of dusting him off.
“Whew!” said one. “What is that burning smell? It reminds me
quite strongly of skunk.”
“Numskull!” croaked Fyodor, straightening up to his full height.
“This coat is lined with the finest astrakhan. Now take your hands off
me. I have important official business.”

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