Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “Heybuddy,Iknowthisisverytemptingbutremembertodrinkfromyourdnotguzzleitstraightfromthebottle.That’stoobarbaric.You’llscareourbeautifundculturedhostess.”Jamaznodded.Hepouredsomestrongwhiskeyintss,drankthreegssesoeranotherandthenwipedhismouthwithhissleeves.Hesighedinsatisfaandsaid,“Nowthat’swhatIcaltreat!Ireallycouldn’tstanditthereatthatFKingjewelryexhibition.ItwassostuffyIfeltstifled!Theyservedwhattheysaidwasthemostexpensivechampagtomeittastedlikesodawater.That’snotwiall!Iwon’tfeeldrunkevenifIdrankfiftygallons!”Charina’sbeautifulrgeeyesopenedwideasshe