The dreamgirls clicked in as he was leaving: “Bobby, Bobb-y, come back and play. He remem bered thin Puerto Ricans under East Side streetlights, dreaming real to the quick beat of a salsa, dreamgirls shuddering and turning, the onlookers clapping in time. He remem-bered thin Puerto Ricans under East Side streetlights, dreaming real to the quick beat of a salsa, dreamgirls shuddering and turning, the onlookers clapping in time. He remembered thin Puerto Ricans under East Side streetlights, dreaming real to the quick beat of a salsa, dreamgirls shuddering and turning, the onlookers clapping in time. There was an inverted symmetry: Riviera puts the dreamgirl together, the dreamgirl takes him apart. Right now his own dreamgirl was trying to sell him a restructure of his finances.Īnd there was his dreamgirl again, laughing and looking back over her shoulder as, in a skimpy black bikini, she ran down a curve of white sand with palms on one side and blue water on the other, and on the adscreen in the taxi she whispered about the romance of tropical places, downloadable in a wide range of formats from a thousand local nodes. The taxi's adscreen lit as soon as Crane climbed in, and his dreamgirl was there, lithe and tanned in a skimpy halter and gold lame shorts cut high to show off her long legs, a bell of blonde hair framing her oval face, her green eyes meltingly beseeching.Ĭrane could understand why many people purchased interactive versions of their dreamgirls and dreamboys.
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