“Okay. Well.” I cleared my throat. “Once upon a time, there was a, uh…dragon.” Emma perked up, her eyes going wide as she glanced up at me. “Was he big?” “Very big.” “Did he breathe fire?” “Sometimes, but only when someone messed up his routines.” She grinned up at me, her eyes bright and curious as she hung on my every word. “Anyway, this dragon lived in a cave. Alone. Far away from his family. His cave was exactly how he wanted it—all the rocks just so and no glitter anywhere.” “That sounds sad, Daddy.” I huffed out a laugh. “Pretty sure only you and LoLee would think no glitter was sad.”
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