Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “HiMedusa.Howeyouarehere?”

    “Yoneforalongtimeanditwasgettingte,soIcametomakesurethatyouarealrightandnothinguntowardhadhappened.Areyht?”

    “I’mfineahingisgoingfihinkthatthereisagreatpossibilitythatwewouldbeabletoaplishoal…”MedusasawtheanswerinWhiteFairy’seyes.Smileslighteduptheeighteyesofthesefourpeopleastheystoodinthenarrowvalleyandstaredilyateachnifyingtheirwillioletgoofthepastandallitstwistsandturns,loveandhatred.Thepastwasgoneanddohandtheynolongerharboredanygrudgesagainsteachother.TheatmosphereatournedfriendlywhenCyclopsbroketheicebys