Book3:WereMyDreamIs

anssforherself,heldupthegsstoDimitriandsaid,“Cheers!”Dimitritoohelduphisgssawoofthembothtookasip.“Well”Charinathensaid,“nowweareallset.HowaboutgoingonwithyourstoryoftheKingdomintheDreams?Itmustbeaveryiingandfasatingstory.Iamallears.”“WhereshouldIbegin?”murmuredDimitri,gazingattheskyoutsidethewindow.“Let’sstartwithmytwenty-fourbeautiesthen.Theyarealldifferentandhavedifferentbackgrounds;Iwillintroducethemtoyou.”Hetookanothersipofthewhiskeyandasifreminisgaboutthepastbegantotellhisstory.

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    Theafternooabatedsomewhatandtheairbegantocooldownwiththeeveningbreeze.AthiiedtoablueballooahabranchofatreeinCharina’sbackyard.Theballoonbobbledrestlesslyinthelightbreezeasifstrugglingtofreeitselffrom