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"Don't worry about," Dritz replied as he patted Azrael's head. "Good night."
You may not be so lucky next time, he thought and even though he knew his friend was a fast healer, there might come a time when Azrael himself will get an injury that will take longer to heal. Watching his friend drift off to sleep, Dritz settled in once again and followed his friend to the realm of dreams.
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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