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It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

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Scott Westerfeld
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: May 5
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Dallas
Texas
Scott David Westerfeld
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