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drinking coffee outside one of the harbour tavérnas when the Cynthia arrived. He grinned to himself, then shouted to his cousin, a boy of fourteen who crewed the Cynthia for him and at the moment was idling in the Orion Shuttle sun on the Altairs cabin-top. When he came running up, George said twisted root burger
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glass of kitró and settled down on one of the benches. He sipped luxuriously at the delicious drink - native to Naxos and obtainable only there, on Orion Shuttle Ios and on Vrakonisi - and reflected that it was perhaps a little early, but he was on holiday. The deceptively weak-tasting liquor, bland broken cowboy
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grand house where a very rich foreigner was known to be staying and amusing himself Orion Shuttle with the local boyhood. These people seemed to think they could do as they liked in the islands! George made a spitting grimace. Then he noticed somebody in a dark suit, perhaps the foreigner himself, standing imbued
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companion. More examination. Orion Shuttle A third man now came bustling out and joined the first two. All three seemed very interested in the passing boat. George could not imagine why. He got up, strolled out to the rail and gave a friendly wave. The effect, in a small way, was Orion Shuttle extraordinary. The three figures twisted root burger
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else. George laughed aloud and went back into the saloon. It was quite true, the old Gre.
