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One day at recess, Stiles was feeling sad. Next year, he was going to be in the fourth grade, but Derek was going to be in the sixth grade at the middle school instead. Mom had told him it would be a big transition for Derek.
“I’m gonna miss you,” Stiles said quietly. “What are you gonna do without your dragon to defend you against all who oppose you?”
Derek hugged Stiles tightly. “I’ll miss you, too. And I‘ll have to save all my fights for after school so we can fight them together.”
Stiles felt a whole lot better.
