Her: Thomas, this is Dragon. Drag, this is Thomas.
Me: Uh-hey.
Her: Don't look at me like that. You're lucky I didn't tell him my name.
Her: Yeah, you better be sorry.
Her: So how's life.
Me: Fine, I guess.
Her: You suck at conversation. Drag, you were right.
Me: What does that mean?
Her: It means you have two new friends.
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FantasyS h e ' s t h e q u i e t g i r l . The story of a boy who's original sin was his curiosity.
