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Dragon: Drop that Icon!

Then she wisely stepped aside, as the next irritated rumbling from
within was accompanied by a blast of flame shooting out like a
fireball. Mikhaila’s face and hands, unprotected by her dress,
suddenly felt sunburned.
She cautiously poked her head around the edge of the cave mouth
and said, in a lower tone of voice, “Ah, I see you are indeed at home,
Draco. May I come in?”
Suddenly the dragon’s head loomed out of the smoky interior. His
yellow eyes fixed Mikhaila in a malevolent glare.
“What do you want? To die? Lucky for you I have just eaten. Now,
get out of here. Isn’t it obvious that this is a dragon’s cave? Do I have
to put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign in front of it? Go away or I’ll forget
I’m on a diet: no between-meal snacks.”

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