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Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第191/1399页)
urewasgingdesperatelytothetailofthedeadfish.Hisheartfeltasifpunchedbyaheavyobjedhethoughtthatinthiswide,wideworld,therecouldneverbeatlewomanthesamesizeashe.Thismustbehisbelovedwife,Vio.Butwhatwasshedoingfloatingier,gingtothetailofadeadfish?Therewasnotimeforsper.Fingerusedallthestrengthofhislittlebodyandfinallysucceededinpullingthedeadfishtoshore.HepriedopenVio’sicycoldhandswhichwasstillgraspingthefishwithadeathlikegrip.Shehadbeeninthecoldwaterfortoolongandhadlostsomuchbodyheatastobealmostonthepointofdeath. Mr.Fingerpcedhisbelovedlittlewifeobed.Evenhehimselfdidnotknowwherehefourengthtocarryherfromthebankoftheketothetreeholeandthenclimbupthestairsireewithheronhisback.Hefeltpletelyexhauste
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