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"Morning falls on the just and the unjust," i observe, and the nurse smiles politely and continues brushing my hair.
Betwixt laughs from where I clutch him in my hands, the other head, Between, snores. He is not a morning dragon.
"Turn us over, Sarah," Betwixt coaxes, and I do this carefully, balancing the four stubby legs on my pant leg just above the knee.
Betwixt growls approvingly, "That's a good girl. Now, be a love and scratch in front of my left horn, right above the eye ridge."
I do this, studying my friend as I d