The dragon was a lot bigger than my stallion Crash, but I figured the concept was the same. Dante’s tone was flat as he spoke. “Did you just kick me like a horse?” Shit. I guess it wasn’t the same. “… Maybe?”
“Who has the time to make every entry themselves?” he asked. I merely stared at the page in disbelief. “Most people, Dante.” “Sounds exhausting,” he mused.
He's Such a spoiled boy
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