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Book1:TeDream-Maker (第109/711页)
dance,herbeautifundvoluptuousfiguregracefusthewillowswayinginthebreeze.Butno,thatmaynotbepossible.Sheleftthisworldiricchair.Wouldshebeabletoehegatesofheaven?” Dimitrishookhisheadandcamebacktorealitythinking “No,I’mfantasizingagain.IfAmaliawereliving,she’dbeasilver-hairedfeebleoldwomaninhersevehere’snowayshe’dbeabletodancegracefullyasawillow.Howdoesonegrowold?Isitthesprihatblowsyearafteryear,mperceptiblyblowingawayyouryouthandyourstrength,addingwrinklesandsilverhair?”Hesuddenlyrememberedapictureheoncesawinamagazineaboutamurdercasewhereawomanhadbeendismembered.Thepolicecollectedthepartsofherbodyandputthemintobiggsstainersofformaliheywouldbekeptasevidehouteverdeteriorating.Oainerhadag
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