Book3:WereMyDreamIs

allydoitwas,butherwesaythatitwasnot.Itwasreallymagiawaybecauseinscatteringthecashhisheartwasabsolutelybenevolentandinear,wishingtosharehiswealthwiththeworld.Butinthisworldthereisnofreelunch.Wealthcouldonlyefromsweatofthebroworfromborofthebrain.Notasinglepennycouldberaineddownfromonhighlikerainorsnow.Therefore,whenthedenominationcashreachedtheground,theydisappearedwithoutatrace.Dimitritioasthigherintotheskyuntilhereachedanotherdimensionoftime.

    Apolicecarcameslowlytoastopbythesideofthestreet.Atalndstern-lookingofficergotoutandwalkedquicklytowardsEmmanuel,whowasfastasleeponabench.

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