"Fuuuuuuck" moaned Jack who again, woke up to a (what he thought) horrible day. Jack was a 27 year old dragon, yeah that's right, DRAGON. Well he wasn't 27 more like 2600. He was born in as the 6th 'child' in his family in the some of the last years of the dragons rule. He choose 27 as his body because it was the prime of his dragon AND human life. Enough of the past, let's get on with it
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Jack got outta bed, made it and went to his master bathroom. He washed up and got ready for work. He worked at the museum down the street as a tour guide. He had to act perky and happy when he, inside wanted to stab some of the kids who asked the most retarded questions. Dismissing those memories from his mind he hopped down the stairs and ran out, trying to avoid the creepy ass lady who always watched him and rocked in her chair. She, of course asked him to come here. He stopped, marched over and stood there, waiting. "Could you come inside with me and see if my bread looks good." He could already see were this was going so he backed up and ran like hell. When he reached his car he could only shudder about all the nasty images that he imagined. "Fuck that, how did I even get her attention anyway" he said as he got into his car and started it up. It coughed but came to life roaring like a lion. He pulled out of the parking lot and started off down the street.
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