— This is all your fault, Lian-Chu! It was your knuckleheaded plan to drown that dragon!
— But that was your plan.
— Don`t change the subject! I decided it`s your fault so it`s your fault! How can you argue with logic like that in the discussion?!
— He must be molting. Shedding his skin.
— As long as we can save our skin he can do whatever he wants with his.
— Gwizdo, they`re highly nourishing!
— Yeah! They`re hard as rocks, tastes like dragon fecal.
— Is this a tragedy?
— A tragedy, my young lady, is a noble art form offering a symbolic vision of the world based on the intersection in the written text and the actors identity. This sharp fixed though reading life constitutes a ritual by which the spirit can be able to the point of the sacred transcendence. You understand?
— No.
You... You`re gonna have to forgive me, Lian-Chu, cuz i`m gonna do something not too nice. I`ve thought it over and i know that everyone needs a mommy. But not them. Someday they`ll realize that you`re not one of them and they`ll eat you straight away or they`ll chase you out and you`ll be an orphan all over again. They`re not your real family, Lian-Chu. We are your real family.
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