Book1:TeDream-Maker

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    TheowhegasstatiooDimitri，joggedhimwithhisfootandsaid，

    "Hey．areyouheretoworkortodream？DoyouthinkIpayyoutositthereandsleep?Youthinkmoneyesthateasily?"Dimitriwokeupwithastartle．

    "Oh，I’msorry．Ifot．"

    "WashMrs．Kaffee’sdthenandvacuumtheseatan