Book3:WereMyDreamIs

boundhands.OpeninghiseyeshesawitwasDimitri’sgoodfriendRichardwhowascrouchedbesidehim,grinningcockilyandmakingfunofhimsaying,

    “peoyou,olddog?GotintoaquarrelwithsomeonearettebuttsandgottheSh1Tbeatenoutofyou?Theyevenboundandgaggedyouandthrewyouhereattheerofthestreet!”Davidsatup,shookhisstiffandnumbarmsandmuttered,

    “No,no,no…Itwasn’tlikethatatall!Idon’tuandmyselfpenight.IjustknowIalmostlostmylife.”HethentoldhisstorytoRichardhaltingly,jumblingupthefacts,butusedtohisramblingsRichardgotthepointandfortedhimsaying,

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    “Inthisworldtherearealotofgoodpeople,buttherearealsobadowasyhlucktohavetahthebadelementsstnight.Whatelseistheretosay?Youwereatthewrohewrongtime.”HethencalledtoJamaz,