Do you have a dragon problem? It's not easy living with a dragon in your belly, but I think I've finally figured it out. We're going to be just fine, so long as the rest of the world doesn't find out. Which of course, is going to happen any second. It's not like I want life to be easy, but maybe, we could leave out getting stalked across Eastern Washington by reporters, followed by cops, and impersonated by strangers on the internet. Maybe, my gang could stop fighting among themselves, I could stop gathering runaways like a mother hen, and the stoner kid with a megalomania complex and a dragon that dwarfs my own will just leave us alone and go away. Keep dreaming. I've never been an optimist, but maybe, if the world would stop conspiring against me, I could keep it from finding out about dragons. And get Doc back? My personal, invisible, Blue smartass isn't helping. Unfortunately, he's right. Doc left us. Now everyone's looking at me to fix things, our gang's coming apart at the seams, and I think I'm being haunted by a silver death worm. You made that up. Never mind. Some days, it's best to let the dragon win

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