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   "Sweet mother of monkey milk, a real life dragon?!"
   Vanellope couldn't help but admire the scaled lizard aloud from where she stood. Sugar Rush didn't have any dragons, but she was pretty sure they were the coolest things ever. Lizards that could fly, breathe fire and scare people? It's any girl's dream.Â
   Fishing through the pockets of her hoodie, she'd unveil a bit of string, loose change she had picked up from the ground, and an opened bag of Swedish Fish. Crinkling the packet, she'd dump several of the red gummies out onto her hand, in which she'd proffer towards the scaly creature in a attempt to draw it closer.
   "Hey, it ain't much, but maybe you'll like em."










