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... old. I once cried because my shadow looked slightly threatening during a thunderstorm.
So, standing in the middle of a muddy village while a sentient wall screamed at me about my adolescent browsing history was not my idea of a good time.
"YOU USED TO PRETEND TO BE A DRAGON IN THE MIRROR," it howled.
"I WAS TWELVE," I shouted back.
"AND TWENTY-TWO."
Yvra, the seven-foot flaming fiancé I apparently acquired by stepping foot in this cursed village, was watch ...
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