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I knocked back the drink that Louie the llama had given me on the house -- perhaps he wasn't as hardbitten as Alice -- and did some quick thinking; this case needed solving, and fast, but not too fast.
I got up and went over to the sunlit corner and picked up Ugarte, who was happily snoozing off the after-effects of the catnip filled hookah, by the scruff of his neck and carried him unprotesting out the back and held him over a large barrel of water.
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