Maybe, just maybe the Christmas tree lights were a bit over the top.
If talking to a Chinese man, dragons are myths that keep evils at bay; if to a European, they are myths that give good men glory slaying.
A proud new resident of Lockeport, Nova Scotia, Dave was sure his rap/Chinese/British invasion fusion bar would catch on.
Greg loved his dad for painstakingly decorating his new big-boy room and didn’t have the heart to tell him how terrifying his nights had become.
Of course, the muffler fell off her old junker after she’d donated her Scrap Dragon to the museum of industry.
As he lay in bed, looking up at the magnificent dragon that he made out of ductwork, and his cool posters,
Edgar wondered why women seemed so uniformly uninterested in him.
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