Book3:WereMyDreamIs

tIwouldkneeldownandkow-towyou,he-he…”DwarfMickeywastakenabackthatMr.Fingerwouldasksuchathingofhimandsaid,

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    “Don’tbesogreedy.Gettingsomemoobuyyouliquorisquiteenough.Idonothavetheabilitytojureupawomanforyou.Sorry.”

    Therewasaliquorstoreheentrahenarrowalley.Ayounggirlwasstandingbythetertalkingtotheowner.Sheairofold-fashionedfadedbluedenimjeanswhichshowedoffhersuaveandslenderfigure.ShehadonasleevelessT-shirtandherhairwasshortandsassy,emanatinganauraofyouthandvitality.DwarfMickeywalkedtowardstheyounggirl,butbecausehewassoshort,theywerenotawareofhisapproachatall.

    “Thiseiturnhasreallyharmedalotofpeople”shesaid.“Inthisclimateitisoimpossibletofindajob.”Flippingtheneerinherhandtoth