Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    Itwasafternoonutetimearaffithefreewaywasbumpertobumper.Inthelineupwasanold,dipidatedpickuptruckchuggingalonglikeatiredoldox.Thesettingsunbzeddownwitheye-dazzlingbrilliaherearviewmirror,causingRichardtoadjustitsangle.Keepinghisfootonthegaspedal,heinchedalongwiththeslowtraffieedlesstosay,hispanionwasJamaz.Thetwoofthemwereidealpartnersandinseparable.TheyhadbeenwhardforMrs.NovelSilkesthesestfewdays,mowingthewn,cuttingandprunireesandbushes,sprayiilizersandiicidesandwererewardedbyagenerouspayment.

    “Wegotpaidtoday”saidRichard.“Whereshallwego?”

    “Uptoyou.Youarethebrainssoyoudecide.”

    “WhatdoyouthinkofMr.O’Brian,Nov