Mitsi Brown
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Mitsi Brown held her small sword upright, steady in the current, and swiped at the dragon. Her aim truer than any, she cut at the ugly beast, bending the fire-breathing monster to her will with words, colors and unusual humor in the face of sulphur clouds of steaming ego. When I think I know everything, I don't. Little Miss Brown, knock him down. |
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