“Flockox!” the Princess shouted.

The dragon therapist blushed and scolded, “Princess, I’ve grown accustomed to your foul language, but I draw the line at ancient curses. That word is forbidden.”

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“A fucking witch cursed me! Flockox!” she snapped. “She said, ‘Flockox! If you like cussing so much, Flockox! I’ll show you how.’ Flockox!” The Princess fumed.

“Thankfully, you don’t know what it means,” the dragon muttered.

The Princess laughed. “Flockox! It was my first word as a child. Flockox! My mom was proficient in ancient cussing.”

The dragon sighed. “Of course she was.”