Book3:WereMyDreamIs

htheboy,grabbedhimbythecolrandthrewhimtotheground.Justasheraisedhisfistandwasabouttohittheboy,Dimitriorderedhistwoloyalservants,

    “Quick!Goandstoptheman.Alsotwisttheswitboththeirbrainsahappens…”Imaginationwasfasterthanhispanion.Hereachedthemanfirst,twistedtheswithisbrainandthendidthesametotheteen-ager.Andloandbehold,amiraclehappehemanloweredhisraisedfistandsmilinglyhelpedtheyoungboytogetup,saying,

    “….sorry…sorry…lilbro…SorryIthrewyouontheground.Youhurt?”

    “…Myfault,bro”saidtheteen-agerjumpingupfromtheground.“Allmyfault.Didoboostyourwallet…Don’tbmeyouforbein’angry…Iwaswrong,bigbro,pleasefiveme…”Takingthewalletfromhispocket,hehaothemanwithbothhands.Themanpushedtheboy’shandsawaysay