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There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

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Scott Westerfeld
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: May 5
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Dallas
Texas
Scott David Westerfeld
Everything
Smiled
Disappointed
Smile
Species
Pretty
Trouble
Middle
Happy

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