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“Exactly, General,” I said. “Can you do it?” Toot shot to his feet and up to my eye level, and the rest of the Guard came with him. He shouldered his lance and slammed a little fist over his heart, making the faemetal chime again, and whirled to begin giving orders.
Battle Ground (The Dresden Files, #17)
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