EIGHT - VODKA
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t and took a step backward.
quot;too strong a ; ;I cant fig. Boy, you ;
ill kne a second later t and he bear had
finiso turn and call out, to keep t:
quot;No keep ter tart repairing t t tie up and refuel.quot;
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ill put t a different kind time. to dismantle the quayside.
Ons about clearing up, but several more came croo see ill, curious about to command t ime for ill to become inconspicuous again, so ed all kinds of curiosity a magic, but simply a e eresting, less attractive to tention. t urned away.
But ttention
anotraordinary po ills command. ly, in a voice t seemed to the ships engines.
quot; is your name?quot; he said.
quot;ill Parry. Can you make anot ?quot;
quot;Yes. do you seek?quot;
quot;Youre going up t to come o tains and t ake me?quot;
quot;Yes. I to see t knife.quot;
quot;I o a bear I can trust. trusto tains to find. ongue. t;
quot;I am Iorek Byrnison,quot; said the bear.
quot;I kno; said ill.
t aking fuel on board; tilted sideo let coal tes into t rose iced by townspeople, whe ship.