Book1:TeDream-Maker

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    "Yes,whereisshe?"Dimitriythere,defenselessagainstthebrutattack．Whenitfinallystopped,hefeltdesperatelyweakandwasonthebrinkofdeath．

    "Sheisinmythoughts...inmydreams..."hemutteredbrokenly．

    "Youmeanshe’sinyourhead?"theothermanjeered，"That’ssimple．We’lljustcutitoffandseeifshe’sthere.”ThecellurphonewhichStevenhungonhisshoulderrang．

    "Yessir，..Yessir..."hesaidrespectfullyandhaoAllen．

    "Yessir...I’llbebackrightaway.”hesaidinanobedientandutterlyrespectfultoneandhabacktoStevensaying，

    "Let’sgo．It’sDonKaffee．Saysit’surgent.”TurningtoDimitri,hesaid,"You’reinluck．Youlivealittlewhilelonger!Ifyoudon’tgiveRomibae，I’lltearyouapartlimbbylimb!"The