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Dragon: Drop that Icon!


























            “What  are  you  saying?”  The  chief  of  police  looked  terrified.
        “Draco is a fire-breathing  behemoth,  bigger than this  room,  brutal
        and  powerful  and  completely  irrational.  You,  a  mere  girl—you
        wouldn’t  stand  a  chance  against  him.  You’d  come  back  a  shish
        kabob, a toasted marshmallow, a crêpe suzette.”
            She laughed. “I think it is getting close to your lunch, Uncle. Now,
        promise me: if I succeed, do you agree to my terms?”
            He stared at her, goggle-eyed.
           “You  are  serious!  Ah,  if  only  my  sister  were  here  to  give  you  a
        mother’s  guidance  and  discipline!  She  could  tie  you  to  her  apron-
        strings; I cannot control you without my purse-strings. So I will not
        give you the money to buy a return ticket to France.”


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