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I don't want to fly, said one of the young storks, creeping back

The kind hand trembled. `I want to tell you that I can't dine at your house, because the terms of relationship which have existed between us must cease.'

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in, when they slept under the roofs of snow, while outside it was

The slot closes. The FOOTSTEPS recede. Andy smiles.

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Tank watches helplessly.