Book1:TeDream-Maker

rhtfreeway,itswheelsrollingpastthefshingroadbubbles．Theedandturnedinataself-servegasstationlocatedoskirtsofthecity．Itwaste,theattendantshadgonehome．Fewcarsstoppedthere，sothepcelookeddesoteaed．Abigbeige-coloredcararkedatoneside,ohoseluxurymodelssopopuriies．Infrontofthevendingmaewastheslimfigureofayoungdyfeedingsintotheslot．Theplopofasodarollingoutsoundedloudandcleariylot．Dimitriwalkedquicklytowardsthepayphone，whiletheotherswaitedinthecar．Hepuhenumbersprihedavoiceimmediatelyanswered．

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    "OliverKaffee，please.”

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    "MynameisDimitri.”

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    Themumblingofthundersouhedistaheweatherhadbeenstrahesedays,allthunderandlightningbutnotadropofrain．

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    "ThisisDimitri．AreyouMr.Kaffee?"

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    "Listen．Pulloffallsecurityandnightshiftclerksfortonight...Don’taskwhy,justdoit!"

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    AcrashofthunderdrowwordsattheotherendandforcedDimitritoraisehisvoice．

    "Imaybeingintoheadquarterstonightwithsomeofmyfriends．Iwanttoshowthemaround,sogeteveryowithinthirtyminutes.”

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    Hehungupandwasturningtogowhenhesawacharmingblonddyinfrontofthevendingmaesmilingathim,saying，

    "Wemetthisafternoon,remember?Itoldyouwewouldmeetagain.”

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    "Ohyes．Isn’tthisace!"

    Therewastheembarrassedsilenceofacquaintaalossforwords．

    "Theweatherhasbeenstrahesestfewdays,hasn’tit?"Dimitritinued.Ablindingfshoflightning,sharpasasword,tothedarkclouds,followedbyadeafeningcrashofthuheweatheristurningnasty．Youshouldbebayourcozyhomeliste