Book1:TeDream-Maker

ingandchatteringiingroomoftheferryboat．Theylookedlikewaterweedsswayingwiththecurrent,withglisteningtransparentfisheggsadheringtothem．Abusydaywasabouttobegidogmanwasalreadythere，butasbusinesshadnotreallybegun,hewassittinginthedriver’sseatofhispick-uptruckreadingthepoemsofOmarKhayam．HeersianwhomDimitriknew．

    "GoMohammed，myfriend!"

    "GoDimitri！Heavyfogtoday.”

    "Yah．Haven’tseenoneasdenseforalongtime.”

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    Intheheavymisttheirwordscameoutlikebubblesfromthemouthsoffishes．Dimitriwasafrugalmanwhorarelyspentmoneyonhimself，butlookingatthehot-dogs，hethoughtitwouldbeogetoneforDornawhowassuretobehungrywhenshewokeup．Sohespent1.25onahotdogand.65forasmallcartonofilkahome．

    "Wherehavey