Book3:WereMyDreamIs

einherarms.Thebottlelookedcssidantique,obviouslyquiteaged.Shesaid,“eon.Thisisabottleofwireasure.Iieditfrommyfatherandhavekeptforalongtime.UptonowIhaveneverbeeedtoopenitwhatevertheoccasion.Today,Iwillmakeaionahebottleforyou.Youdrinkthisrareanddeliciouswiellmeyourstoryatthesametime.”

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    “No.No.No.Thiswhiskyisgoodenoughforme”saidDimitri.“Don’topenthisbottlejustforme.”

    “Ohno”repliedCharina“Thisisthehighestformofenjoyment.Agoodstoryshouldbeapaniedbygoodwine.”Sayingso,shepulledthecorkoutofthebottle.Immediatelyanintoxigfragranceofagedwinefilledthewholeroom.EvenMaureenwokeupandsniffedherearsuprightandhereyesbright.

    “Alright”saidDimitri“Sinceyouhavealreadyopehebottle,Iwillgoonwithm