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Did Kari enjoy his morning bath in the river? Give a reason for your answer.

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Yes, Kari enjoyed his morning bath in the river. He would lie down on the sand bank while the boy rubbed him with the clean sand of the river for an hour. Then he would lie in the water for along time. Once he was out his skin would shine like ebony, and he would squeal with pleasure as water was rubbed down his back.

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