Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：街头卖艺的舞蹈家 , (原创女主)火影穿越文-愿望 , 掠夺（NP 高干 ) , 见远山 , 爹爹轻点疼(1v1) , 失真（gl/纯百） , 禁忌 , 美人他又哭又叫还过瘾 , 竞技战斗 , 醉梦风月录 , 春庭禁 , 理想国
ndthensaid, “HiAmalia.IamDorna…Doyourememberme?...Iusedtopyhide-and-seekwithyou.Haveyotten?...”Amalia’sfaceremainedwoodenandexpressionless.Itwashardtotellwhatshewasreallythinkingandfeeling.Dornadrewanartheairbeforeherandasked, “Doyourememberyouusedtohaveamagicflyingbroom?Ihavelearouseittoo.Wouldyoulikemetotakeyououtandpy?”Sayingso,shemadeamovementofgettingonabroomandabouttoflyoff.Sheingtodistracttheoldwomaoodsideanddiffusethesituation.Butfarfrombeingpacified,Amaliagotangryandshouted, “Scram!Idon’tknowyou.Stopbme…GoameDimitri.Whyhasn’thebeentoseeme?...Thatdevil!”However,Dornawasnotdauherebuff.ShewalkedovertoAngelica,whisperedsomethinginherearwhichmadeAngelicaturnaheroom.Dornawalkedbaalia,stoopeddown,cppedherhandsandsaid, “ehereMaureen!eoverandsayhitoAmalia.”TheintelligentlittledogwalkedovertoAmaliaandsatdown.Thatcute,pudgylittlecockspanielwasreallyquiteadorableandfewwhosawitcouldresistitscharm.Amaliahadbeensobusyrantingandravingthatshedidnotnoticedtherewasalittledogsittingatthefootofitsmistress.Whenshesaearbeforeher,hereyeslightedupandasmileappearedonherfaceasshemumbled, “Littledog…Cutelittledog…Itsfurislongandshiny….Lookatit,sofatandcuddly.ItlooksjustlikeDimitriwhenhewassmall…Ahyes!Thismustbemyson,Dimitri!!!”AmaliastoopedforwardtopatMaureen’sheadandstrokeitssmooth,shinycoatoffur.ThebeautieswereamusedbyAmalia’sstrange,ramblingwords,butdidnhoutloudthoughitwasreallyhardforthemtosuppresstheirmirth!ButthehoughtitwasreallysadtoseetowhatditionAlzheimer’sdiseasecouldreducethehumanmind.Itwasalsoveryworrisometorealizethatthisdiseasewassomethingthatmodernscehasnocureforandtheyhadyettolearnhowtopreventit.Justthenlivelyandjoyfulmusicofthecha-chadanceflewintotheroom.ThatwaswhatDornaaskedAngelicatodo.DornapattedMaureen’srumpandsaid, “Goodboy.Goodboy.Now’syourcetoshowoffyourwonderfulcha-chadaoAmalia!Goon!Doyourstuff!IfyoumakeAmaliasmile,Iwillgiveyouagreatrewardter.”Maureenbarked,“Bo!”asifsaying,“Noproblem.It’salloproceededtogetupanddahecha-cha,twistingitspudgybodyandswingingitsheadacctothemusic.Amaliawassoentedwiththedangdogthatsheugheduntilshewasbendedover.Thebeautieshadneverbeforeseenalittledogdancesorhythmicallytomusiceither;thereforetheytoowereenthralledbytheperformance,cppedloudlyandughed.Merry,tinklingughtermoremusicalthananymelodyfilledthergelivingroom,dispersiense,belligerent,andawkwardmoodthathadcovereditearlier.DentlypulledAmaliaupfromthesofaandbegandangwithherandAmaliadan,herslowandsluggishmovementskeepingtimetothemusic.DornalookedtriumphantlyatNatalieasifsaying,“SeehowI’mdoing?Youdidn’tbelieveIcoulddoiteh?Doyoubelievemenow?”Inthishappy,peadjoyfutmosphere,SamanthaonceagainintroducedCharinatothebeautiessoeveryonecouldgetacquaihebeautiesweledherwithopenarmsandftteringwordsofwelesaying, 17 “Lookhowbeautifulyouare!Andwhatwonderfulfigure!” “Ah,butyourstyleandnobledispositionareevenmoresuperior,fittingforafamousauthoress!” “Oh!Howdoyoukeepyourskinasasmoothassilkandasvelvety?” “Enough!Stopplimentin