“This is our hundredth session,” the Dragon Therapist said.

“Oh, fucking hell,” the princess exclaimed. “Am I that broken?”

“Oh, princess, you are not broken,” the dragon said, waving her claw dismissively. “Uh, you’re just a unique individual who needs guidance.” She smiled and scribbled in her notebook.

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“Sure,” the princess said, a wicked grin spread across her face. “And what did you just write in your notebook?”

The dragon’s eyes widened. “Nothing.”