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Book1:TeDream-Maker (第120/711页)
ouwant,butyoushouldn’thavegottenyourson-of-a-bitch’slovertomurderoldJatopayyamblis.Hewasdettous.Youdeservedtodie.Youdid.Youdid.Yhtallthisonyourself.Ihadnothingtodowithit,youbitch!Bitch!Bitch!!!"Dimitriraisedhisvoidwasshoutinghysterically.Suddenly,hestoppedtalkingaosphimselfonthecheek."WhatabumIamtotalklikethisaboutmyownmotherwhohasbeendeadalltheseyears.Ifshewasbad,sheunishedforitandpaidherdues.WhoamItobeheriudge?HowgoodamI?WhohaveIinthisworld?”Hebawledlikeachild,huddledinaeroftherosegarden.Butthen,hisfiouchedthebottleofliquorandhemumbledtohimself"Yes,Imightaswellgetdrunk!Mightaswellgetdrunk!” Theliquorsentastreamofwarmthrightdowntohisabdomen.Dimitrifelttipsyandwasetedagain.Heughedandtal
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