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To him it was a sort of hyperspace-librarian, girl-geek thing that he found clev... - Neal Stephenson - Quotes Donut
Written By Neal Stephenson
To him it was a sort of hyperspace-librarian, girl-geek thing that he found clever and fetching without attracting him in a way that would have been creepy.

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