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She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.

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

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