I am writing this book to tell everyone that there's always somebody who think, cry, laugh and stand by us,
if we think we don't have one who cry and laugh for us, just let us be the person who always think about each other.
A long time ago, near a village called Buttery Glen, there lived a dragon. He was the color of midnight. He was huge and covered in sharp, pointy scales. The fire he breathed could light up the night sky.
He lived in a nest high above the village in an old, dead tree.
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I am writing this book to tell everyone that there's always somebody who think, cry, laugh and stand by us,
if we think we don't have one who cry and laugh for us, just let us be the person who always think about each other.
A long time ago, near a village called Buttery Glen, there lived a dragon. He was the color of midnight. He was huge and covered in sharp, pointy scales. The fire he breathed could light up the night sky.
He lived in a nest high above the village in an old, dead tree.
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