Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “Trythisandseeifyoulikeit.”Dimitritookabiteandfouequiteunique,aromatidtasty;soheplimentedhersaying,

    “Good.Good.Thisreallytasteswonderful–ohegreatdelicaciesofthisworld!Ioteatthiswithoutapanyingitwithsomemorewhiskey.”Sayingso,hetookuphisgssanddrankuphalfofit.Charinaalsomadeoneforherselfandchewedonitreflectivelyapaniedbyasipofherwhiskey.

    “Haveyouanypnsforthefuture?”sheasked.

    “Pns?”inquiredDimitriquitestartledbyherquestion.“ns?Weroaminghoboshavenopnsanddonotneedany.Wearebutafallingleafdriftingwiththewind,orlikeaflowerthatbloomsandwithersbeforefallingtotheground.Wehavenopns.”Charinanoddedherheadandthensaid,

    “Yousouypoeticbuttoopassiveaivebyfar.Doyouhinkofstoppingyourroa