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... tombstone, tearfully murmuring "My Evil Dragon Daddy," Lance felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation.
His enthusiasm for painting intensified, he simply had to show the Young Dragon this painting, to have her remember this day.
The only imperfection was that this Black Dragon wasn’t in the painting. No matter, he thought, when the Young Dragon learned to paint, she could make one of him.
Concentrating his mind, casting aside the assorted thoughts that cluttered his bra ...
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