Gather round my dear children, and let me tell you stories.
Forgive me for right now I wish to be selfish. I want to make you laugh, I want
to make you ponder. I want to remind you that we had good times together. I
want you to hear stories of yourselves from long ago. Stories you may not
remember, but now you will know how much I remember them. How much I treasure
them. How much I think of you, and how much I treasure you. Each one of you. I
look into your sparkling eyes, waiting for me to begin the next story. Hungry
for the amusement you gain from what I say. Forgive me my little baby dragons,
for I want to see those eyes sparkle. There are only three left.
Oh God…what have I done.
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