Book2:KigdomIteDreams

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    “Hello.ThisisElena.Who’scalling...Ohhi,Novel,howareyou...Iwasn’tdoinganythingspecial.Iwasreadingonthecoudmusthavedozedoffsomehow.Idon’tknowhowlongIslept...Yes;Ididhaveadream...Youtoo...Really?Tellmeaboutit...”Elenaraisedherhandtohermouth,preparingtostretdyawnashercousinohersideo