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Pulling the covers over her, Amelia lay in bed with a silly smile, wondering what Venus's reaction would be when she saw Lance.
Hurry up, dawn....
She was already becoming impatient.
...
It was December 4th, 3455, in the Black Dragon Calendar, overcast.
It wasn't snowing today; when she woke up on the couch in the morning, Ingrid told her that the Evil Dragon was outside making a snow sculpture.
The Evil Dragon was making a snow sculpture?
The Young Dragon touched her bald head and went outside to the courtyard.
What the Evil Dragon had made wasn't a snowman, but a young dragon.
Somehow it seemed to be her.
Building a snow dragon this early in the morning; she wondered whether the Evil Dragon had eaten breakfast yet, realizing she had forgotten to ask Ingrid.
Hey....
