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“I wish I had an office to put this chair in,” thought Arnold.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Arnold looked up, and framed in the doorway was a beautiful woman… who was made entirely of ice!
“Hello,” she said. “My name is Ice Dancer Sculpture Number 17. But you can call me Ida. May I come in?”
Arnold was taken aback for a moment.
“Of course you can, come on in!” he said. “Mind you don’t drip on the carpet.”
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